jesus christ. what a day… i’ll probably kill myself later to relax

guy who explodes into blood and viscera to escape uncomfortable situations

why isnt everybody crazy like why arent we all grabbing eachother and rambling about god and shrieking and bleeding and crying

i need to put a slice of moon in my mouth like a cold fruit

lookin for my twin flame. hmu if we’ve meet 1000s of years ago & have hung out every subsequent lifetime since. missing you

girl are you ok you’ve been seeing a lot of intimacy in everyday objects and mundane situations

microdosing on human connection and intimacy by reblogging tender quote compilations abt sharing oranges with someone

i love it when a new month begins and the tumblr girlies start posting poem excerpts about current month