the world keeps turning but you're brittle as bone


Someday I will meet someone beautiful and charming and imperfect in the ways that work with mine and we’ll be honest and genuine and happy and free with one another and we’ll not even have to contemplate the little things that bother us about the other, and choose to ignore those incompatibilities either forever and ever til death do us part or until we end things and admit to ourselves that we weren’t being honest with ourselves and hope to gain as much as you can from the experience itself.


super stoned orgasms and 

social network nostalgia

meeeep i’m bored. feel free to talk to me.


Louis Armstrong: St. James Infirmary

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