@itstayloryall There’s no place like home. And there’s no toilet like your own.
You found paradise in the Pacific Northwest. Somewhere between that mountain range and the stress stuffed in every corner of your brain. The mist blew across your face and you forgot every anxious thought you’ve ever had. All those lost opportunities and loves. All those days missed hiding in the comfort of your mind. You sat on the front porch of your consciousness and you could finally breathe.
someones mom: make yourself at home, would you like something to drink?
me: *very dry mouth like spongebob in sandy’s tree dome*
me: no thank you
in croatia u don’t say i don’t care you say boli me kurac which means my dick hurts and i think that’s beautiful
Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.
the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day