I Reached Out To Someone And It Didnt Go Well. Except In Reality It Really Could’ve Gone Well. I Didnt

blue’s dreaming of airplanes,

try not to speak too loud.

I am split in half like a horizon

Eyelids flickering- waiting for the sunrise.

sunlight come run away with me

please let’s find warm butterfly kisses in between the cool evening spaces of our lips

entwine fingers like flower crowns

god i gaze at the sky and there is simply a vast expanse that holds nothing but my dreams of you.

how do people manage to do this whole life thing?

all my coffee has dirt in it and the shadows stole my boyfriend

i iust want my starry man back

has anyone spotted my lost rampant cryptid? He’s freakishly tall, has an unflinchingly beautiful gaze, and sometimes whispers memes to the wind.

I lost him somewhere by the sea and I’m pretty sure it claimed him. Which is OK (we’ve all been there), as long he comes back soon.

If he hasn’t been engulfed in the safe embrace of the ocean- well then THATS when I begin to worry. He is incredibly resilient while most people’s car alarms and windows are NOT.

If you have strange items that look like they could go into a magpie’s hoard DO NOT LOOK AWAY from them.

He will take them

He likes… treasures :3

I just hope he comes back soon. I miss his chaos.

the guitar and his voice and the voice cracks and the straining and all the passion he puts into it and the texture of the song and how happy he looks and and and and

one day you’ll find me

strumming my guitar by the sound of the ocean,

warmth of family and friends around me

who knows

man to b like @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses

what a dream

ive become convinced that bo burnam is a cryptid / god hybrid of chaos and morals.

True chaotic neutral.

He is the only god i would willingly bow to.

i feel

the stars are

singed

with the ash of burnt words

the night sky is

scorched

with longing for another

my bed is

burning

with the emptiness of being

without you.

my lover,

come home.

imma eat the leaves

munch the crunch