We’re all born with scars. From the moment we open our eyes and look at the world we are wounded, and we all share that same mark.
if anyone wants me to explain what an ‘anticlimax’ is, i’ll show them this text post
you know when you really want to kiss someone and you can’t help but keep looking at their lips like those should be on mine
you could spell pennslyvnaia wrong and usually no one notices
im getting a haircut today
strand #1043 its getting longer than the rest