holy shit idk if anyone remembers me but my old @ was thedesertofmymind i haven’t been on here in years i miss it...... i’m active on twitter tho x
being kissed by a girl being hugged by a girl being taken out on a date by a girl being loved by a girl reblog if you agree
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my brain, after i overshare again : good fucking job ! how are we gonna be a cryptid now
.: truce :.
birmingham, al #ERS2017
And until the day I die, I will thank you for what you did |-/
@ mutuals
u look good
i’m just here to tell you that i know what it feels like to be next to the window and remember sitting in the grass in 3rd grade during summer time. when your mom told you you can have another soda. when the sun was setting and you could hear the cicadas. i know what it feels like now, in march, for you to look out the window and feel fuzzy like it’s supposed to be mid july 10 years ago. i know what it feels like to want to float away. like your house is grey for some reason. i know it’s march. i know.
“I see you, you look beautiful tonight.”
Do you ever think about how supermarkets have no clear indicator of time passing visually? Like if u go into a supermarket in the morning or midnight it would look the same, same harsh white lighting. Time isn’t real. Nothing is real. Avocados are half off