This changed me
""i don’t know where he ends and i begin"" that’s YA lit code for sex
oh god i’m in a gossip girl mood
guys i’m leaving for my boarding school tomorrow and i won’t have wifi (yeah tell me about it) so i won’t post much you know
I wish I were a poet.
…the vast majority of the universe is composed of dark matter. The fragile balance depends on things we’ll never be able to see, hear, smell, taste, or touch. Life itself depends on them.
What’s real? What isn’t real?
Maybe those aren’t the right questions to be asking.
What does life depend on?
I wish I had made things for life to depend on.