Back On My Bullshit

i want a “wanna go watch the sunset?” kind of love. a “just one more minute, one more touch, one more kiss” kind of love. a “mario kart after dinner, loser does the dishes” kind of love. an “i can’t sleep, wanna go for a drive?” kind of love. a goofy and cliche and almost too good to be true kind of love. that’s what i want.

wanna chill with you at 1am and talk about how pretty your eyes look today

oh to be a little dog sprinting at top speeds around the house with reckless abandon to release all the stress pent up from your extremely harrowing bathtime

lorde really wrote an album about being the kid that stayed home when people went out and had to keep a reputation of being nice and modest and polite but secretly wanting to go crazy and dance wildly and go running and bounding and sobbing but feeling as though your whole life hinges on other people giving you the opportunity to do it and so you feel as though you’re wasting your youth

You Are a Plant in my Apartment Who is Underperforming and I am Yelling at You (ASMR)

i think i relate to the victorian gothic genre so heavily because i too am a sickly little bitch with a disturbing passion for the morbid and grotesque

Also: - “guess I’ll just go find a corner to cry in”

not to be horny on main but i’m a big slut for thunderstorms