aubade: I bought train tickets to go down to DC (or more accurately, Silver Spring) and visit my best friend this Saturday. I’m so excited. We haven’t seen each other since last year I think. This girl single-handedly salvaged my college experience. I’m very much looking forward to this—also partially because I love trains and train stations. I have some odd memories of Union Station, too… it’s...
it’s back to front, your firsts are my lasts. your future is my past, it’s all backwards
tinkillbell: can’t leave rap alone, the game needs me haha this made my fukken day, kid. this week’s alreayd been prett y rough thanks for giving it a lift
& there’s no more hugging in the kitchen no more pats on the back in the hall no more chest on breasty chest behind the curtain no more lip on nape of neck in shower stall no more rosy gardens no more craving curving hips on my belly I’m giving up so I can be free from you I’m paying fees so I can sever ties from you Let craving call and beg and bawl and face it tall let my...
cause we’d likely drive ourselves out of our fucking skulls & skins after that threshold is crossed, cause don’t get me wrong it fades away and falls apart, cause you can’t control any of it, but those 18 months would be magical , extraordinary, life-changing, challenging enlightening, when the sand turns to sea and we drown in each other, and you wake up next to someone and...