You live in the back of my throat. Folded up there. A memento.
Your scent. Your memory. Muted and momentary. Heavy. The smell of sleep. Reminiscent. Bittersweet.
Once I laid my head on you. Inhaled to match your rhythm. As if somehow that’d bind us close together indelibly.
You live in my cavities. Empty spaces of my body. Your voice. Your memory. Planted deep. A pit inside me.
weak unprepared people sleep naked. what are you gonna do when a robber comes in your house and see you naked? ?your material possessions can be replaced but your dignity cannot.
the robber will be so blown away by my massive DONG that he will have SO MUCH RESPECT for me and my MASSIVE PENIS that he will put all the stuff back and walk out. all because of my COLOSSAL MEMBER.
how do you say ‘please talk to me more i crave your company’ to someone without sounding like a creep
think i’m hopeless, i think i think too much
bruised and broken, covered up with blush
*swipes debit card*
*purchase goes through*
me: God is good all the time
Cashier: all the time God is good
girls screenshot everything and then send it to their friends in a group chat and then laugh at people and that is why you should never trust us
the things you said didn’t hurt me i never even think about it
the worst part is everything you said is right
- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (via mattiechristine)
i have zero motivation to maintain friendships, save money, meet people, or do anything productive ugh dumb