Polkadot

Rebecca a literature wound can't be salvageable tf

Dearest, im certain im going between smth like tonight i feel like kafka

You mustn't think that I'm dreadfully sad. Yes, I am, but you know, at the back of it is absolute faith and hope and love.

It’s like I’m permanently outside myself. Like, like you could push your hands straight through me if you wanted to and I couldn’t see the type of man that I wanna be versus the type of man I actually am and I know that I’m doing it but I’m incapable of doing what needs to be done. I’m like Pinocchio. I’m a wooden boy, not a real boy. And it kills me.

— The double (2013) please please please someone watch it!

"They say you know nothing at eighteen. But there are things you know at eighteen that you will never know again."

Yeah exactly no-one owns you an explanation

Friendly fire

Stawp it Tyler(I named my inner voice watcha gonna do huh!)

Almost? Almost isn't enough how do someone swallow an Almost?

Fuck kindness that doesn't stay

The sting of being seen but never choosen

Doing poetry cuz i cant say what i feel straightforward

I might or might not be refering to human species when I say i can't wait to cuddle with my future 'dog'

Loving hated women back on track

Not gonna go to my 'love' era na-ah