♪♫♡ 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 ♡♫♪

Oh btw if any of y’all have a tumblr account lmk cause I just got one so I can follow you! 

Who’s going to be the Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation love language to my Gifting & Quality Time love language 

There is NEVER enough volume for reputation by Miss Taylor Swift

You swore that you loved me but where were the clues? / I died at the alter waiting for the proof / you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days 

HRUU

SALT AIR…. AND THE RUST ON YOUR DOOR

Absolute worst feeling is when there’s a mosquito in your bedroom. Nowhere is safe anymore.

There is another girl, 100 years ago and when she writes a poem about summer she talks of the sticky sweet juice from the fruit she savors (when I write of summer I speak of the same sensations but from the syrup and it’s imitation of fruit) she may write about the constellations of bug bites across her ankles and the place on her shoulder where the sun touched her for to long (I talk of the sharp scent of the sprays I use to prevent such things). But we both write of the pavement scorching the soles of our feet, of the sweat that makes clothes cling to our skin, so maybe we are not so different. I can still savor the taste of a mango, trace my fingers over the spots where my skin got bit and burned, barefoot on the pavement, dress hugging my skin, so for a few moments she and I are one in the same. 

What does it mean when he texts you at 12:22 am

loml is Taylor Swifts saddest song. argue with the wall.