well if you even bother.
there’s
soft and subtle, i hear you hiss behind my neck
the brightest of days, the darkest of nights, the inbetweens,
i feel you whisper in my head, irking me, nudging me,
and just as my fingers began it’s crescendo,
they halt, greeted by a familiar ghost.
Dear tumblr, WHY YU NO USER-FRIENDLY TO TEXT POSTS!
A AH SIOL! A AH! A AH SIOL!
(Source: muymra)
Living in life as a Big Mac. Unhealthy as a whole, but you keep telling yourself,
“But there’s veggies! Veggies are healthy right?”
Optimist