my mom is deadass so annoying like can we be normal and calm for once
one day i’ll get out of this town
well, I, for instance, shot an angel with my father’s rifle
Emily Dickinson, from her poem titled "1188," featured in The Emergency Poet
there’s a certain genre of text posts on here that are so corny and recycled and i can’t stand when they’re on my dash
2 months in Asia. Felt so peaceful and calm