Musings to myself
cruel Heathcliff, my one dream
friend: how r u today?
me: submarine soundtrack
do you ever write a message but halfway through you think “you know what fuck it they dont even care” and delete it
— Reyna Biddy (via kushandwizdom)
this is important please spread
The metaphoric resonance of holes through the hands is overwhelming.
funny how clear and inspired my mind is when I’m this busy.