every night after 10pm my feelings start crawling out, starved, as i beat them with a moderately large stick vigorously hissing “stay back” until i inevitably fall asleep
was i okay
every night after 10pm my feelings start crawling out, starved, as i beat them with a moderately large stick vigorously hissing “stay back” until i inevitably fall asleep
was i okay
“Do not confuse good taste with luxury, the first is the son of elegance, the second of money, the one is usually simple, the other vulgar.”
— siir-poesia ©
I was reading and walking and read this as first son is elegance and second son is vulgar
some random woman's thoughts: oh hey, he's kind of hot.
Edward Cullen: Dear Diary. Today another WHORE vies for my affection. Existence is agony.