Joan Didion, 7000 Romaine, Los Angeles, 1967, in: Slouching Towards Bethlehem
i love you skin strokes i love you intertwined fingers i love you entangling your hands through someone’s hair i love you sitting so close to each other that you’re touching i love you mindless side hugs i love you soft touches i love you casual intimacy
*girls when it is literally eating away at their psyche* whatever
i need u Jesus
Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies
Psalms 32:5 NLT
its always some fucking day in some fucking month in some fucking year isnt it
some of u bitches r trying your hardest to stay positive and hopeful despite all the bullshit you’ve been going thru and it really shows and i’m proud of u
If the shirt is made from polyester it will not ever be dust
If the shirt is made
from polyester it will
not ever be dust
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
son of a bitch when you spend money the money goes AWAy
