I do homework the way guys fall in love with me - slowly, then not at all
Live and try to be better than yesterday.
sorry i’m late, professor. im disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis
I would write so many bloody words into this photograph but my blood has run dry. my heart is pumping but no one is gripping it tight. my lungs are filled with cheap red wine and my liver ran away to the west coast. this is no fairy tale. this is love. love is a woman who will zip you up tighter than a winter coat and rip the seams.