This vodka looks like a fucking galaxy bye.
Poetry is writing without words:
like the resounding echo of your
heartbeat in the chaos of midnight,
a whisper swept away in the breeze
or contained in the vibration of
a love filled voice saturated
in honey; poetry is yours alone.
my anaconda don’t want none unless ur gonna pay my college funds
teacher: its pajama day
that one kid: WHAT IF I SLEEP NAKED HAAAHAAHA
i naturally look mean but it keeps the weak people away
Her confidence »
i followed my heart and it led me into the fridge
Everything that’s happened to us. All the stuff we’ve done. Are we gonna tell them the truth?