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and I’m 19! Or at least I could be. I’m not going to beg for my purity back, certainly not from those who took it.
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you know, every crush you have is just someone else’s fucked up housemate
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dear god I love him I love him thank god he is gone thank you lord thank you
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how life feels in the sunshine state where they haven’t discovered polyamory yet
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His skin warm and dry, warm and dry, warm and dry. I repeat to myself and my heart aches; the longing inseparable from the beauty so warm
And dry
Absorbed energy of the sun
The joy of the heart pumped blood
Living alive so delightful divine I miss you
I smell the salt of your skin with my hands
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I want to press my teeth into your shoulder. held gentle, held firm to keep you in place
You know I’d never draw blood - please believe me, please I’ll cry
I need you to trust in me
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it was february ❌ I was cold ✅and I was high❌
taking selfies before I left the house and bumped into zoe on the streets of Sydney , the last time I saw her. you were coming home from a poetry group, your apartment had no key because you lost it so someone needed to be home all the time. you let me have the last peppermint tea, or maybe it was dool. they love you zoe. I think I’m finally starting to see you. I’m feeling braver.
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