i'm naming the stars in the sky after you

childhood friends to complete strangers

arts degrees r so funny because you go in class and theyre like What Is A Poem? we dont know for sure... and then moral of the story is we don't know what a poem is. and then the worst part of it is that theyre right

I love being a lone girl at the airport… mysteriously getting a coffee… mysteriously reading my book… lining up at a mysterious gate waiting for my mysterious departure

"do you have insta?" i have an address where u can send flowers and love letters

you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way

see you in my dreams I guess

no one is coming to save yo- wrong!! everyone who has ever shown you love and/or care is saving you a little bit.

Do I show up in your dreams too?

im just trying to give you nasty polaroids to keep in your wallet and put love notes in your lunch bag for work