those shapely heart candies look nothing like the pulsating meat in your chest.
patterns in my mind now moving slow.
what?
my head is spinning.
speak clearly for me, please.
grrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggehhhh.
dependence.
and i thought you were the moon in sky,
but it turned out you were just a street light.
all i want for christmas
is a scottish fold.
so cute.
i want to try again.
don’t stray too far.
(via papertissue)