“I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you — even until it burns my hand. And when the light has long since gone, I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.” — Atul Purohit

“who hurt you?” MYSELF BRO. MY BRAIN IS FUCKING MEAN

kafka

I'm chugging mug after mug of this reminder.

I'll snap your wings off, 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐤. / parody..

Words from the mouths of babes, promises oceans deep. But never to keep, oh, never to keep. 🎶

forest things: moss on stone, a hidden path, and the quiet way hope returns.

in an isolationship

there’s something beautiful approaching, even if it’s only the sun

“you’re always sleeping” god forbid a woman wants to be unconscious

i love befriending yappers. they bring the yapping out of me. then we yap together. yapping is so much fun

Happy Birthday, sweet honey girl, 𝐏𝐚𝐯𝐥𝐨𝐯'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. I'm rallying the crew. Today's forecast? Nostalgic rain on June rosebuds all day (and maybe then some). open.spotify.com/playlist/6HRRc…

The vibe I bring to the function.

Alexa, play Slumber Party by Ashnikko.