you could kill a man in any of these dresses, and pretty sure no jury would convict you. those are killing-men dresses, that’s what i’m saying
"i’m not bitter" i say, bitterly, with a bitter expression
Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the wild.
i wrote a poem
I almost scrolled past this but it’s actually really fucking deep…
my mom is telling me “get a good job” but my heart is telling me “marry rich”