I love it when my hair is full of humidity and I’m in a matching linen outfit strolling around calmly, nowhere to be, nothing to see, just existing, probably buying fruit.
google search how to cough up the ball of grief that's been stuck in your stomach since birth
baby boy i would throttle you in a literature class.
I’m starting to think some of y’all haven’t actually felt the rain on your skin… which is crazy because no one else can feel it for you
is it true that fries and a coke
sooooo true and fucking real
anyway, don’t be a stranger