I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here.
rainy days are full of guilt
chova ou não chova, as mãos enchem-se de gotas.
abraças-me. e é como se os ossos me doessem de tanto te esperar.
e é por isto que não gosto do inverno
gotta cut my hair shoterrr
all i wish if for a hug to make it all go way
yann tiersen reminds me of summer and our love now lost in the waves of time
AQUARIUS: tell us about your obsession with history but how you hate rear view mirrors, how ever since summer it's been hard to look back
sorry for smelling like cigarette smoke and staring at you all the time
dear cis men regulating reproductive rights
i dont have to lie to you, i dont need to
i think i want to consume you but you're so quiet sometimes
fifty shades of you smell good as fuck