my blog doesn’t make any fucking sense and that’s the way i like it. this is a coherency free zone. if you’re not a complete dumbass unfollow me

happy halloween to gay people only

My organs when I eat my first meal of the day at 5pm

“Girls night” in 2018 is just girls talking about capitalism and fingering eachother

Can’t risk it

The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.

What Each Sign Reminds Me Of

ARIES: bloody knuckles, smiles that melt your heart, laughing until your stomach hurts, forearm tattoos, driving fast, guilty pleasures

TAURUS: natural beauty, happy tears, the warmth of a hug, clean laundry, going to the store at 1 am and buying junk food 

GEMINI: summer afternoons, long drives with all of the windows down, the 1975, the sun, Troye Sivan

CANCER: New York City, the faint buzz of a neon sign, writing until 3 am, unsweetened green tea, the stars, black lights

LEO: hands covered in paint, giggles, hugs from behind, blowing bubbles, fresh cut grass, soft blankets

VIRGO: antique shops, chai tea, vanilla candles, sketch books, sweaters, art museums

LIBRA: fairy lights, gold jewelry, dream catchers, sage incense, Lana del Rey, ukulele music, being gay as fuck

SCORPIO: black and white photos, space, making out, the smell of fresh coffee, Joji Miller, menthol cigarettes

SAGITTARIUS: Emily Dickinson, the view out of the window of a plane, the moon, sneaking out, lilacs, piano

CAPRICORN: unconditional love, late nights, lingerie, soft hair, Hozier, the smell of a bookstore

AQUARIUS: the sky, waves on the shore, sweet peaches, long phone calls, polaroids 

PISCES: quiet acoustic guitar, rain, watching movies in the dark, cedar, the library

what % jake and what % amy are you?

not to sound too freaky or anything

but i really want to l*ve someone rn like with my whole h**rt n shit

Happy pride month to the tiny cowboy and tiny Trojan man from Night at the Museum

Thanos could’ve killed 100% of all mosquitos and racists, but he chose not to, and for that reason, he’s a bitch