Russian circles in under an hour. So amped.
there goes my heart
Read entirely, then outside the brackets, then inside.
ZACH THESE ARE ALWAYS SO PERFECT
YOU MAKE POEMS THAT EXPRESS MY FEELINGS AND UGH YOU’RE SO GOOD AT THIS
how is this so perfect
She calls my name as shelter, not realizing I am the storm.
Don’t hate your body because it’s too fat or too thin; hate it because it’s a prison of flesh and its existence is meaningless.
Anonymous (via sugarsickness)