“I fear I will never meet another person who can make my chest ache in the most divine way.”— will anyone ever look at me the way he did?
Writer, doodler, sits alone in coffee shops.
Reads too much, talks too little. Also people are gross..
Reads too much, talks too little. Also people are gross..
sext: “did you see the moon tonight?”
your 20's be like
- me: nvm I'm totally nailing this adult thing
- *new problem appears*
- me: W H A T IN T H E F U C K
Anonymous: It's 2:12 PM and I'm thinking about what a shitty world this is and if everyone would just drop their motherfucking facades and chill out their egos it could be a lot fucking better
Anonymously tell me what time it is there and what you’re thinking about
Home is where the water tastes normal.
What if that “guy” that parks like an asshole just maybe had to park around the real guy who parked like an asshole. And then the real asshole left and the guy who just parked around the asshole is just left there looking like that “guy”
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down…and bleed." —
Ernest Hemingway
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