Something I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to completely wrap my mind around is that the past wasn’t in black and white or in grainy and bland colors and it wasn’t painted on a canvas and it wasn’t just words printed in a text book. Like, history was real and vivid and just as alive as we are and that’s pretty amazing.
thoughts about the impermanence of a hook up written in permanent marker in the places he touched
by Lindsay Bottos
“I washed your lips away.”
I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO GET NICE TATTOOS AND TRAVEL AND GO TO LOADS OF CONCERTS AND MEET NEW PEOPLE AND VISIT AMAZING PLACES AND COSY COFFEE SHOPS AND ADOPT CUTE PUPPIES AND SLEEP IN THE BACK OF A TRUCK WITH A PLETHORA OF BLANKETS AND STAR GAZE AND TAKE PICTURES OF NICE THINGS AND JUST NOT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING
how is “slut” even an insult wtf get that dick grl