This is a good reason to always carry sidewalk chalk in the car.
grainin on that wood
I cannot fathom my thoughts into words
more here (feedback is much appreciated)
I’m writing shitty poetry or whatever this is in the library at school and I wanna go home
if you see me laughing while texting there’s a 99.9% chance i’m laughing at a text message i sent because i’m equal parts vain and hilarious
i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe