k1ll3rqu33n:

dirty:

and if the sun ain’t shining for you I hope the moon makes up for it

🖤

coolsuggestion:

can you feel me thinking of you?

30-hurty-and-not-thriving:

You are not exempt from gay panic even in apocalyptic times.

lake-lady:

Every single day I feel so desperate I just want to tell someone I love how they smell or I am in love with their handwriting but we are not supposed to say these things to anyone I just want to be close to people and for them to want to be close to me everything feels like a charade or a carefully choreographed play and we have to keep our distance and act a certain way there is always this gap between us but I just want to jump over it