Fuck It We Ball (malnourished, Heavy Eve Bags, Dehydrated, And On The Verge Of Insanity)

i need someone to kiss me like they’re actually trying to devour me or i’ll die or something

i was not made for hookup culture, i was made for the most soul crushing experience ever. i was born to feel everything entirely and endlessly. i was made to feel everything deeply

I'm so tired of everything, but the thought of your arms around me feels like rest. Like home. Like I could finally breathe. I think I could fall asleep forever there.

you guys really don’t even know just how good my music taste is and that’s tragic for you

she’s a 10 but she needs you to feel homicidal at the thought of anybody else touching her

"you're so funny" - thanks man can’t wait to stare at the ceiling tonight.

tumblr isn’t a social media site, it’s just my room

its so hard to believe someone could love me. im always always too much or too little. never enough.