love it when people are just a little bit unraveled. hair wisps flying everywhere, wrinkles in yesterday's t-shirt, pockets reserved for useless things only. fingers kissed blue from the last pen that fell in love with you. laugh on the wrong side of raw. smile on the right side of bizarre. bright eyes smeared kohl dark, hungry mouth stained lollipop red. messy messy messy messy. you are blurry like the edges of my favorite old photograph. each second you're born anew. you are beautiful and terrible and the most irreplaceable part of living and i could love you forever and ever and ever

me and my humanities mutuals. hand in unemployable hand

love how us girls use hearts without restrictions <3

anyone would be lucky to date me. i was “a pleasure to have in class”

if i was jake gyllenhaal i’d post a selfie wearing that scarf and turn off my phone

I have so many thoughts that they all cancel each other out and I come up with a net 0 in the end

in my bed era