and take my hand, we’ll run through this universe,
through every fold and crease
and every demon beneath
together or not at all.
i hate small talk
tell me about how lonely you are or tell me about why you keep waking up in the morning or talk to me about your mum’s eyes and your dad’s laugh. I don’t care about the weather and you don’t care about how my job’s going.
If you don’t use an empty house to sing obnoxiously and off key in your underwear you are doing life wrong
“For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.”
the fact that there are animals who can see colors that i cant which means that there are colors that exist that it is literally impossible for me to envision is such fucking bullshit that i wanna rip open a couch and eat it