you are the poetry.

let it be known that i touch grass frequently and I’m still like this.

Everything is so rushed. People in their twenties complaining about being old, sped up songs, sped up videos, too many things to do in such a short time. We have lost the art of lingering.

crawls out of my hole that resembles the grave but isnt. #myholethatresemblesthegravebutisnt

"omg i LOVE it when love between characters is so strong it overrides the boundaries of flesh and selfhood, merging them into some sort of (un)holy chimera" — person who's uncomfortable with the idea of permanently sharing a bedroom with someone else

i feel like i do 25% of what an average person does in a day and still it's too much

‘bread is bad for you’ ‘rice is bad for you’ sorry im not subscribing to the idea that staple grains that have been integral to cultures for centuries are evil. i love you carbs