#x6am

cien años de soledad being entirely shot in colombia, directed by colombians and with an entirely colombian cast. just yes. f u c k y e s

bad bunny's new album rewired my brain idk how else to explain it.

why is queer media so fucking depressing jesus h. christ can i just please witness two gays having a happy ending together

parti ricomposte da parti decomposte

i served dinner to stromae last night how are y'all doin'

has anyone ever made you a playlist? because every time we talk my heart sings a different song and all i want to do is write you letters with them

i don't remember what we talked about the first time we met, but i remember having this strange feeling of having known you my whole life. i remember the bittersweet feeling after we said goodbye that day, and it seems almost ironic that we found each other all over again. home became coming back to our string smelling like your dorm room, mandarines always on the table, the grey ashtray i gave you for your birthday. home became knocking on your door late at night when we can't sleep, and pulling all-nighters on the couch in our pyjamas, and you bringing me chocolate when i'm upset. i could have never imagined you would burrow yourself so deep into my heart.