you beauty.

these mfs be crying for real friends and then laugh at them good ones w da snakes, smh.

lowkey wanna shoot my head

tell me all ur terrible deeds and let me love u anyway

post-nut clarity is the realest advisor

reasons to stay alive for: cigarettes n sex

tell me all ur traumas and i'll romanticize them

not to be weird or anything but we could be kissing and dancing together to slow music in my dimly lit kitchen at 1:00am if you even care

What a boring planet we are living in. No vampires, werewolves, mermaids, fairies, dragons.

this shit's draining af, idek why i'm doing it anymore.

dragons tatted over my left arm.

god knew i'd be too powerful without the mid-day overthinking.

can't fathom the violence it'll take to become truly gentle.

truly ethereal, almost ghostly.

she said, "Fuck me like i'm famous", i said, "Okay".

good start of a bad day

nostalgia is a bitch