vodka-core:

that wasn’t very pastel pale soft transparent grunge of you

teeeeen-idle:

selling our soul to this website was probably in the terms and conditions that we didn’t read

aeslehchelsea:

She once asked me 

the name of my
favourite poet
and I replied

God

She laughed
and played along
and asked me
which one of his
works was my
absolute favourite

I said it was
the one
where he
wrote her
into existence

seababe:

You really only understand how drunk you are when you’re peeing