I Don't Think It's Fair To Give Us A Second Moon And Then Tell Us We Can't Keep It. We Promise To Feed

i don’t flirt i just say weird shit until you tell me i’m pretty & wanna kiss me

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

U may be fooled by my constant melancholia and generally pathetic state of being but take heart in knowing that i am trying unfathomably hard to live

reblog if you have a constant need for attention!

(please reblog I need the attention)

the indescribable grief of watching your health deteriorate in front of you and not being able to do anything about it

donald trump should get into reading tarot it should be like his next big investment “The tower. very very bad. very bad stuff about to happen. but the changes. they’ll be big. it’s important stuff. but very bad stuff. like 9/11 with your friends. maybe your boyfriend will cheat on you with a lovely gorgeous woman even more gorgeous than you and look at you. i don’t know. big disaster”

i’ll be honest i still fan girl over my own mutuals

your friends think about you, y'know? they smile and think about goofy shit you've said. they pray for you. they smell your perfume in a shop and think of you fondly. they tell anecdotes involving you to strangers and friends. they remember the way you hug or bite or high five and want to repeat it with you. they love you. i promise.

close aint close enough. i need to hug you so tight that our ribacages interlock.

everybody masc till they spawn in a cherry blossom grove biome