i wanna sleepy kiss someone til we fall asleep 

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why is my bedroom always so hot

maybe because it holds a portal to hell because satan himself thinks you’re a cutie and is reaching from the depths of hell to touch that booty

i love the science side of tumblr

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“I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.”


I wasn’t prepared for the length and bredth of your silence, how completely it would bleed into the space of each day. The way the air would move with the heaviness of it, the thick stickiness of the lack of you. Aching oppressive emptiness. How could “nothing” be so ubiquitous..

My guts cry out…