To be loved, I think, is the thing that gets you up in the morning.
*somebody lookin at me while im high*
*me internally tryna remember how humans act*
I taste the good and bad in you and want them both.
I hope one day
Your human body
Is not a jail cell,
Instead it’s a sunny
2pm garden with daisies
Thriving because of
"I don’t wear makeup so I don’t have to waste like an hour in front of the mirror every morning hahahaha"
"open books not legs"
"why have tequila shots when you can have tea?"
"As always, late with Starbucks"
"modest is hottest"
"I’m not like those girls”