(likes boys but isn’t happy about it)
Your presence is a tornado and my mind is a house ripped off its foundation. It’s a huge mess around me, but I’m sitting in the eye of the storm drowning in silence. I can see the destruction I’m a part of, but I’m helpless to try and reach out. I’m afraid anything I lay my hands on may collapse. I’m afraid if I open my mouth, I’ll cause nothing but disaster. I’m trying to play it safe here, but I can only go so low before I run out of space in the basement to hide. Eventually the clouds get too heavy and must let the rain go. I’m afraid I’m going to have to let go this emotional drainage. And I’m afraid you’ll fly off if I do.
how the hell did we get the idea pink isn’t a cool colour
because scientifically speaking pink doesn’t even exist; it fits between violet and red on the spectrum but actually what goes there is infrared and ultraviolet and all those things we can’t see
pink is the ambassador of an otherworldly and unknowable realm it is the most badass colour out there
"omg i hate small talk its so fake!!" like damn u must be so fucking annoying. its called being nice. if i was at a party and i was like "how r your classes going" and you were like "ugh lets skip that i KNOW u dont really CARE about my classes and i dont care about YOURS" i would log out of there so fucking fast
Some kid just told me he thought ebola was spanish for grandma