I want that “drive safe,” kind of love, the “let me know if you need anything” kind of love, the “text me when you get there” kind of love, the “this made me think of you” kind of love, the “how was your day” kind of love, the “have fun, be safe” kind of love, the “good luck today” for something I only mentioned in passing kind of love, the “have a good day” kind of love, the “I remember you said you liked this so I got it for you” kind of love, the little ways of saying I love you without saying I love you kind of love.
If you do have an alllergies please say in the tags what it is.Lets all suffer together
35 four leaf clovers in the span of 5 minutes
If someone needs some luck feel free to reblog, I have a lot to spare lol
In an absolute fucking banger of a mood 💯
I love this so much hell yeah endorphins and fucked up brain chemistry!!
"Are you on drugs?" Clawing fingers pulling at my eyelids, just checking. "I'm serious, are you on drugs?"
I wish.
Hate feeling abandoned for legit no reason
Like why wtf pull thyself together
There is not enough Water in the entire world to hydrate my veins
The light leaves my eyes Ears roar, legs quiver, head spins Help me! I’m falling
I’m so god damn cold Pass me that woolen blanket Just kidding I’m hot
Thoughts every morning? “Give me gatorade and salt” “Heart can you just not”
Ow ow ow ow ow Fuck the people who said there would be no pain
BP and HR You are pissy little shits Just work together
Digestive system? Circulation? Brain function? What even is that? Everything my Body does on its own is Basically fucked.
'im gay i cant do math' shut up shut up your ineptitude for mathematics has nothing ot do with queerness. math and/or science gays including space aces are an extremely well documented phenomenon. you know what absolutely none of the gays can actually do? understand economics
Ashau kwon-sum nash-veh tu, ashayam t'nash-veh
I seem to fall more and more °~☆ every single day ☆~°
I am Tired and Sick and Sore, and I know I don't deserve this, but I know I have to get through it anyway. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, but it is a pinprick in my vision, and the tunnel is long and dark and full of anxiety and pain. On the other side are vast expanses of concrete, highrise buildings, and crowds where no one knows my name or recognises me but those I love dearly. And I am free.