cosmic inadequacy: please god i'm begging you

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

kinda sick and tired of this. kinda want out.

someone? anyone? please bring me away.

i want to go home.

n, twenty-two

tw/ig/vsco

“I mean you ask me
not to fall in love with you
and then you go write poems
with your tongue
and draw constellations
in my freckles.”

(Clementine von Radics)

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