Solopsist, Asleep

The harsh, cold reality of glass against skin; the sound of endless whispers raking the air's throat; a single heartbeat, an unspoken blink of an eye; life, cursed again...

heavier eyelids i’m
not used to this i’m
broken a little i’m
not sure some days

sorry.

btw today is a harmonic analysis textbook

shouldn’t come to the library so often. manage to get out a new book EVERY SINGLE TIME GAH

come back/come over

preview (i’ve so much updating to do)

preview (i’ve so much updating to do)

symmetry

symmetry

tfids:

i want to take baths with you and hold your hand and rent movies and watch those movies in your bed in our underwear at like 3 in the morning and i want to kiss your face and cook you food and maybe fuck 7 times a night

(Source: xepire, via we-llstartanewrevolution)