moira rose was so right about you growing up and looking back on old photos and realizing you were beautiful. don’t delete the photos. you’ll miss them.

I hate being in that mood where nothing’s really wrong but nothing feels right either

im basically normal if you really dont think about it

i was not made for hookup culture. love me for an eternity or do not touch me at all

unfiltered honesty and late night convos.

There is no slut shaming in this house, only slut encouragement

i’m so bitable btw if you even care

i want to live above a bookstore café and have a little balcony garden you can see from the street that is all

i love when you hear a song and you're like “oh id absolutely stumble through the snow bleeding from a knife stuck in my gut to this”

hahahahahahawhatamidoingwithmylifehahahahahahahah

listen……. ‘my love’ is literally the strongest and greatest pet name in existence. there is literally nothin better than somone callin you that….. especially when things are soft and quiet and they look at you with utter adoration and whisper “what’s the matter, my love??” or “i hope everything is okay with you, my love” like oh my god?? let me marry you already

*whispers into my coffee cup* help me

Here I brought you flowers ..They need sunshine so you were the obvious choice.