People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss them so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.
cunninglinguist0 it’s 2!
In other news, I got new piercings.
Why am I being treated this way …
everythingyoulovetoohate asked: Cracked sidewalks are filled with flowers and you are too.
My thoughts are keeping me up.