celestial scenery
kelleysroom-deactivated20200511:
What if you poked me in the chest and your finger broke through like you were cracking into a rotted plank of wood and dust came out and I just crumpled into nothing and my spores got into your nose
I would not hang out with you again that’s for sure!
Well there you have it!
(via queerlyhalloween)
ÉL LA DEJO TAN SOLA CUANDO ELLA MÁS LO NECESITO.
-Different girl.
I broke my rules for you, and you chose to break my heart.
when i think i’m getting better, i’m only getting worse.
— progress is a process
I don’t even know myself at all, I thought I would be happy by now
Paramore, Last Hope












