Smoked a lot of weed at home alone with my parents (??!!!!?!??) and decided to get in the bath (?!!?!??!???!???!!!!?????!!!) and now I’m too paranoid to get out cuz I know I look heaps grilled and I keep thinking they’re suss on me.
SEND HALP


Emergency sober pillz
SOS someone drain my bath and dress me so I can be sober.

Watching Victoria’s Secret has me feeling so conflicted. The lesbian in me is absolutely drooling but the fem in me makes me wanna jump off a cliff because I don’t look like them…

Take me, take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head I don’t mind you under my skin I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in

How can I put into words how much I crave you.
I would sit and watch you, committing every detail to memory.
The sadness in your eyes, the curve of your lips, the dip in your collarbones, the smooth skin across your stomach, every scar, every freckle, each mark.
The strength it would take not to reach out and pull you close to me, to hold you so tight, closing my eyes and wishing I could maintain that moment forever like a dried rose in the pages of a book, my heart dried and pressed between pages in your book.
There is nothing I want more than to link my fingers with yours, to look at you and know what we share is indefinite, undefinable, beautiful.
But for now I have to settle with this empty feeling, this permanent shadow, the reminder that you aren’t mine, I cannot have you and our future is bleak.
Every night when I close my eyes I will dream of taking care of you, sleeping beside you, promises that I will never leave because I know I never would. And every morning when I wake I have to face the reality that you are out of reach, and it was just a dream.

You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting
— Peter Pan

(Source: bbb0nes)

You’re the echoes of my everything, you’re the emptiness the whole world sings at night. You’re the laziness of afternoon, you’re the reason why I burst and why I bloom. You’re the leaky sink of sentiment, you’re the failed attempts I never could forget. You’re the metaphors I can’t create to comprehend this curse that I call love.
— Hold Me Down, Motion City Soundtrack