tell me about all the things you think are beautiful and i'll tell you how i think you are all of those things

obsessed with the thought of being somewhere else

you know the feeling when you feel too much all of a sudden

when you die you get to tell the earth all your secrets

i am a person who has thoughts what a ridiculous thing to be

we're just some dreamers

I WANT TO KISS YOU UNTIL IT FEELS LIKE SMALL GALAXIES ARE FORMING INSIDE OF OUR CHESTS AND NEVER STOP

you and me irl pic.twitter.com/aN541zrKRT

sometimes i get sad but then i remember how much of this beautiful world i have yet to see

maybe the fact that we can do anything is the reason why we're so afraid to do something

yeah i'm pretty sensitive *you rest your hand on me and i burst into a million shards of stained glass*

lets go on an adventure

my religion is the way your hands move when you're uncomfortable

when the city burned down we ran into the forest and promised never to build again

the kind of girl who hates winter and apologies

do you think the earth craves silence as much as we do

church substitute: kissing you endlessly in bed like i have something to be sorry for

wake up with body aches from all your dreams and feelings beating you up in your sleep

lets read poetry to each other in bed and then make poetry right after

there is so much everything