Day 114: Think whatever you want of me, as long as you think of me.
Can we stop asking people how they are doing unless we really care? k thx.
You burn so bright up in the sky;
I can’t keep my eyes off you.
(I’m) Just an asteroid caught in your gravitational pull.
I can’t escape.
I don’t want to escape.
Eat me up in your atmosphere.
party at my house bring food then leave
Idk I think feminism should be called something different like common sense or something
(Source: kimpossibooty, via i-owe-you--nothing)