Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Text
Things are always the same even when they aren’t
Im rolled back into the insides of myself and they’re rolled out to my outsides like a fruit winder
My eyes blur and i see everyone as they were and as they are It’s so funny what it is to know someone for so long everything always makes sense
You can contextualise anything
1 note
·
View note
Text
About a swan
I was surprised the head landed in his stomach when the wing shrapnel hit the floor
1 note
·
View note
Text
0 notes