*gets hit with feelings i thought i was over with* mmm i see that we’re recycling now
fatima aamer bilal, from so this is all i will ever be?
[text id: how did i grow old so young? / how did i forget to live before i lived at all?]
i wish to be more poetic, more romantic, more classy yet i stumble around like a thirteen year old boy with no sense of direction
peopIe who fall asleep right away freak me out. don’t u bitches have thoughts ????
xoxoyoshisislandxoxo