do i really need a title?

me: I’m doing pretty well, I feel pretty good me ten minutes later: not once in my life have I ever been ok

SICK of thinking! Won’t be doing that again

I’m like romantic horny

keep making your art. it’s beautiful, it matters to someone, and no one else can recreate it with the same emotion, imagination and meaning you put into making it.

I just want to do cute things w/ u like go to museums and fuck you senseless

admit it, we’ve all fantasised about slow-dancing in the kitchen barefoot in our pyjamas at 2am in the arms of someone we love while old romantic jazz songs play softly on the radio

Loyalty & orgasms

*ten minute rant* i aint even mad

*refuses to look at texts* I love conversation and communication

its 1:42 am and i just heard the unmistakeable sound of someone sprinting down the road wearing flip flops. good luck buddy