Fuck every single blog that adds their url or something to every post they reblog. Fuck all ya.
I love the sound of the rain in the morning it makes me feel like turning over and getting deeper in the covers.. Like the same way I would turn over and get deeper into you …
Don’t change so that people will like you. Be the real you and the right people will love you. Don’t stoop to be a counterfeit.
I just want to pour my soul out on someone and not have to worry about the mess I’ve made.
Why does interracial automatically mean “white + other”?
Sometimes I spend half the night
answering the emptiness, hoping it is you. Memory is just
another form of imagination. Now the glasses are empty.
A future flies into the rafters. Daylight leaks into my dream.
Eventually I may have to write a love poem to myself