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.

Connotativewords | Haiku on Tolerance (via connotativewords)
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