Polkadot

I was on a bus with a girl that kept giving me the feeling of pretty french girl smoking cigs in peace in her silk dress on the balcony of her apartment

The only sound in my head Was a dying cricket in a jar. Do you know how it sounds?

Every morning in my bed I experience 100 lifetimes, become enlightened several times over, climb peaks and descend into valleys, lose all hope and regain it, and devise a breakfast.

my soulmate is in someone’s pv rn talking shit about their loved ones i just know it

What was all that pomegranate metaphorism about

i think i love jazz for its familiarity.. it reminds me of dinners that ive never hosted, the wine that hasnt been drank yet, unspoken conversations, the sound of the core of human experiences.

I love that post that's like "never trust how you feel about your life after 9pm" that shit changed my life. every time I feel bad I look at the clock and I'm like Aha it's 10:26 PM You Cannot Fucking Fool Me

How does Hamilton… an immigrant…

"hyperfixating" "dissociating" "nonverbal" "bedrotting" girl get off the fucking phone

You know what else wallows? Pigs In mud

People are exactly those who insist they are not

And I pray you would not bump to his original piece

He is an artist he would draw and paint over your face 'til you resemble the 'love' that would fit into his displays

write me a letter and i'll keep it forever and read it 68647 times a day till u give me another one