I’m usually that person who has no idea what’s going on
Even with all these
empty bottles of vodka,
I can’t forget you.
Like brittle pieces of broken shells barely put together by sleep, there was nothing to fill her out, nothing to hold her together.
― a shell in a storm, Jenn Satsune (via ohsatsune)
don’t stay up late on sleepovers with me i get really philosophical and gay