do you ever think about how if you dive into the ocean and go deeper and deeper you will pass through layers of darker and darker blue until everything is black and cold and the pressure will be so intense that it will kill you without protection but if you keep going you will find little glowing specks of light, and if you go up into the sky and go higher and higher you will pass through layers of darker and darker blue until everything is black and cold and the pressure will be so intense that it will kill you without protection but if you keep going you will find little glowing specks of light
being this young is art…
Let's take testosterone together :)
This is how it feels to make these posts tbh
I'm trying to study about the embryologie of the heart but I'll tell you what mine and half the people's in the world with one is shuttered into pieces from the cruelty of this "humanity".
what people think alice oseman books are like: blushing awkward first meetings, little chaste first kisses, giggling teenage boys holding hands what alice oseman books are actually like: hey what if your entire personality is actually a carefully constructed facade to make other people like you and to disguise the fact that you don't actually know who you are. if you stripped away all the walls, all the artificial things that you think make you up, what would be left? what would happen if you stopped living for other people and started living for yourself? is there even a person in there or just a gaping void with nothing left in it? wouldn't that be fucked up? do you even know yourself? do you even have a real personality anymore?
get ready everyone
I'm Married to universe city
You’re married to your phone background/lockscreen how fucked are you
You can mourn your stolen boyhood
Or you can take it back.
Sometimes I talk a lot and sometimes I don’t talk at all and somehow both are embarrassing
i love you comforter i love you pillow i love you sheets i love you mattress i love you plushie i love you dark room i love you bedtime