We become outlines of ourselves —
in the sky.
Daily Show correspondent Michael Che tries to find a safe place to report from.
You smelt of jasmine that morning. I thought: maybe she’s ugly under her mask? Or disfigured. But it didn’t matter. You wouldn’t let me kiss you. I thought: she’s even lonelier than me. She loves as though she is seeking revenge.
YES.YES.YES. People need to realise this
This belongs more on Facebook than it does on tumblr.
i think you’re missing out on some of tumblr then… but it should be on facebook too, it should be on every social media site!
when you see your side piece getting out of line
She’s so delusional lol