physically i’m here but mentally i’m floating face down in a river
hand hurts from jacking off
inside thought!! inside thought!!
outside thought!!!!! outside thought!!!!! my hand is sore from jerking that thang asunder!!!!!!!!
book howl being a relatable dramatic bitch
Are you talking to anyone?
about what ?
I ache for the world and I run away from it
“you’re so sensitive” i was born with a poet’s soul. bitch
do me a favor and reblog for a larger sample size. I am truly very curious.
so many ppl from your past know a version of u that no longer exists
— diksha suman (moon poet)
“Boromir! I cried. Where is thy horn? Whither goest thou? O Boromir! But he was gone.”
Rip boromir you would have loved the ents I just know
Taste of Cherry (1997) dir. Abbas Kiarostami
would love to date but every time i think about it there’s the voice in my head saying i don’t want someone in my house!!!!!