whatever our souls are made of - his and mine are the same
thickness-protection-program:
Always in a constant state of “hmm maybe I wasn’t as normal in that conversation as I thought I was”
elsesle:
this could be us 👉🏻👈🏻
wanderlusthearts:
now that i know you exist, how do i not love you?
poetry-siir:
weltenwellen:
Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1923–1927
a-void-reality:
I am Squidward Tentacles on so many levels.
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