I hope you get a good night’s sleep
I won’t
suck a dick
suck a heart instead
my heart is broken
shut up hold my hand
i can only hold ur hand in my dreams
write shitty poetry and vagueblog
love yourselves
suggestion blogs communicating with each other using their strange and specific aesthetic
communication is an illusion
talk to your true self only. they are hiding in the storage room
talk to the stars, theyll always listen
talk dirty to the stars