i love tweeting because no one fucking cares

grindhouse classics only

Are you lost?

your respect means nothing to me

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don’t look…just listen

Whoever you think I am, I am not

You will never really know me :-)

Wish you could screenshot a relationship

Where do we go when we shut our eyes?

been really into saying “now this is getting ridiculous” with every minor inconvenience

Lipliner on my pineapple bun like

we never “are”, we always “were”

We don’t have to do it this way

I represent myself

In this house we only use strong words

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words they always kill me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the imagination is the closest thing and the only possible method of connecting to this elusive and evasive ancient invisible universal force

when we get “chills down our spine” I believe it’s an ancient pull towards some sort of divine thing that will never be explainable or theorisable because it’s beyond human perception

Feel Now…Think Later

Listen Now…Look Later