Me. Me When A Poem Says Something Ive Felt Before

people who only use conventional social media are so funny bc they’ll casually be like “can I see your tumblr??” are you Insane. this is no instagram or twitter. this is my vault of secrets

the sluttiest thing a man can do is do whatever the hell thomas cresswell is doing

I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.

being a hater is good and fun and comes free with being a lover but it's also good to practice being an idgafer. sometimes things are just meant to bait you and/or not worth blowing up your whole day over. don't forget that.

You ever create a fake scenario so good you have to replay that moment over and over again

he is just some fictional guy FOR YOU. For me, he is the doom of my love life that doesn't even exist.

never had a boyfriend

never had a first kiss

never been asked out

never asked someone out

never had a roaster

never been on a date

chat am i cooked?

unreal unearth unheard has me unwell, unstable, and undone

daylight, you got me cursing the daylight