I really want to read my book but I also want to watch 87 hours of Netflix and travel the world and and kiss someone I like and sleep for most of the day… And also I have a lot of homework
this is literally my life
how can this be so accurate
there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me
it’s called the throne
no one’s an atheist 30 seconds before an orgasm
OH MY FUCKING GOD
that’s the spirit
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands
I will never not reblog this
From the lovely Hannah Beth’s poem "Advice for Those Who Love People They Shouldn’t"
This is the kind of boyfriend I need.
People who say sadness doesn’t hurt physically apparently never experienced feeling so sad. I’ve felt it in my legs, my jaw, my head, my quivering lips, aching eyes, and my aching chest. It hurts my chest the most because it literally feels like your heart is in pain.