Lmao, me. Everytime tho.
|—||This fucked me up (via obsessiveloserr)|
It’s Nacho Business
I see light.
Two sets of house keys
and a picket fence.
Night spent curled with each other,
hands tangled in hair.
Is it crazy
that I only feel okay when I’m with you?
That no other lips can make me feel
and so sane
at the same time?
|—||Yoko Ono, 1977 (via bl-ossomed)|
a moment of silence for all the little girls this halloween who had to be anna because their older sister wanted to be elsa