in orbit

i just want all my secrets back, i don’t want anyone to know anything about me anymore 

*likes your post not because i understand it but because i love you*

hey no offense but [just starts screaming]

Ok so… when am I going to get chased by my true love in a labyrinth of rosebushes at night after we snuck out of the ballroom?? bitch?

Have you ever really thought about how when you look at the moon, it’s the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and Van Gogh and Cleopatra looked at.

writing a tumblr post these days makes me feel like im alone on an apocalyptic planet and i speak into a wallkie talkie every now and again to look for other survivors

me @ the stars: help me

i wanna get drunk and kiss a lot and not think for a while

girls will say they’re fine then stay home on a friday night listening to norman fucking rockwell

do you feel me? i’m thinking of you

*has destructive intrusive thoughts* feels good, feels organic

magic is real you fools it happens when you make your friends smile

My kink is unloved characters suddenly being loved unconditionally