I have commitment issues with tumblr. BLAH>>
People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.
Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them” (via fassadenmensch)
So beautiful. Weeps
Wait, no that sounded wrong. Not a lot at once. Just one at a time ha!>>
I often find myself imagining me having sex with lots of people. Shameless>>