a concept: heavy rainfall when you’re tucked up in bed. like if u agree.

*me, literally sick with want* whatever

I wonder what it feels like to know what the fuck is going on

These Tiled Steps In San Francisco Glow At Night From The Moonlight

sorry about my constant depressive episodes. its just that i have issues and also problems

Me, in my coffin: shit i forgot my headphones

mars black

staying up late: hehe

waking up tired as fuck: not hehe

not arguing with someone with brown eyes so dark they’re black. whatever you say beautiful.

I can’t afford another bond with the wrong soul.

Literally nothing will make me more evil than just being sort of overwhelmed by Noises

Orange Flowers, Ikebukuro 池袋