endives

i feel like im wearing my own skin

sweet—i may dread the concept of another day, but it signifies a new tomorrow

i died with it, a bit, actually

i recommend

unfortunately was bound to his tragic fate; u couldve been so great

i miss u, i hate how much u ruin me

nothing can quantify the relief I feel every time the breeze hits my skin, whether harsh or soft. a little coldness would be much help though

life-changing, spectacular, one of a kind, the best thing ever made