I deserve to be smooched and cuddled but instead I’m watching how I met your mother and eating my second bowl of knock off fruit O’s
here’s a little song i like to call “i cherish our friendship so i won’t tell u i would totally have sex with you if you asked”
put peanut butter on a pinecone and roll it in bird seed. hang it up outside. wait.
recent pages from current sketchbook which has really turned more into a journal but w/e (sigh)
My fucking hand
— Alexandra Elle (via aestheticintrovert)
Obsolete: living; possessing life; not dead.
Etymology: from Latinvivus“alive”.
When I dreamed about you for the first time you mispronounced my name.
I sat in a tree on your street before I fell asleep and wished I was far far away.
I spend an embarrassing amount of time imagining what I will say to you when I see you again.
I want it to draw you in.
I want it to strike you somewhere, anywhere.
When I dreamed about you for the first time, you only used one arm to hug me hello.
do you ever just crave someone’s presence? like you would literally be happy just sitting next to them. it could be completely silent...
- Anonymous said:The Beast Above Watching your every move, He waits there, the beast above He says you're free, but that you'll never be You swallow his lies, just so you'll get his prize You think you haven't any shackles, He sees you and cackles He'll let us feel like kings to insure transparency of the strings Those who think they're controlled the least are merely the playthings of a different beast
welp guys it has been real but it looks like the crazies have found me and I am about to be murdered. Know that I love you all and you mean...
Namaste means “my soul recognizes yours” not “I tripped really hard at a festival once and now I’m filled with the wisdom of...