Beautiful cow skulls :) 🐄
Real sk8er boi
“Let me lick a lotta puss, when I throw that bottom up.. listen to the springs they squeak, and the head of the bed it breaks. I could eat you like a steak or bacon, oh girl that face you make, it drives me crazy.. come and come and come, I love a little fun, and I really hope I’m not the only one.”
3 am poetry to set the night ablaze - eUë
Why can’t I look like this? ;-;
I don’t really feel interested in anything anymore
I’m so sick of hearing the same shit out of everyone’s mouths.
When am I going to feel impressed again?
I have a problem with 3 A.M. energy. I just don’t know what to do. Should I learn the poem or write the essay I’ve missed for a week now? Should I draw something for my best friend, whose birthday it is today? Should I do something productive instead of watching memes and not even laughing?
Nah, Ima go to sleep rn
I bet jellyfish are so fucking smug about not having a spine or backbone. They just love seeing us suffer with our back pain, I just know it. Stupid jellyfish.
3AM is truly the devil’s hour.
I cleaned out my Messenger inbox last night (or I guess early this morning). I was bored. My body clock is fucked up so there was no way I’d fall asleep before 4AM. Over the past two months, I was already able to clean out my emails–all three of them. I deleted those that I didn’t need anymore and archived things like certificates or my acceptance emails from universities I’ve applied for two years ago. Quarantine has been really boring and it’s not like I enjoy talking to people. Aside from student council announcements I send to our class chat, I’ve only probably talked to around 10 people outside my family for the past two months–not consistently though.
I feel like I’m choking on air …
Does anyone have that pic where an italian cook is loading the gun with pasta and the title says ‘pasta la vista’ because I consider it my mood and can’t find it??
“She is a catastrophe coming at him at full speed and he could do nothing but watch in awe, with so much love in his eyes as she destroys him.”
“He looks at her as if the world is a dark place and she’s a crack of light in the wall. He doesn’t know what it is or where it’s from… but it gives him hope.”
I’m curled on the floor
Shaking and crying
Just from the thought of you
Yet, you’re the one I’m calling out to save me
You’re the one
You caused the tears and anxiety
Yet in this moment, you’re the only one I think can save me
You caused my panic
You caused everything
Yet, I can’t stop myself from believing you’re the one I need to save me at this time
Mi problema es que nunca olvido, siempre recuerdo a cada persona que ha pasado en mi vida, aunque hayan sido como estrellas fugaces.
It’s 3 am and my character IS MOVING IN A DIRECTION AND THEY WON’T STOPPPPP.
“what can i say? some secrets are meant to be spoken in the dark.”
i don’t mind existing and stuff but i’m not really contributing to the grand cosmic scheme and i’d like to be more than that and it gets me down ://
decided to k I n r e m u s Sanders
As I t o o
Particular v I b e
B l a s t
Songs into the