“go on,” i whisper as i unfold my hands towards the open sky. a single fuck escapes from my fingers, soaring gracefully into the cool air. “you’re free now.”
my last fuck has gone
i have nothing left to give
I’m just going to say.
If you had a masked murderer in your midst.
Dropping chandeliers, hanging stagehands, stealing sopranos.
Throwing a masked ball is a pretty gutsy move.
what if augustus and hazel’s couple quote was “Aight? Aight.”
i fell in love the way u fall asleep. slow then mad quick u feel
have you ever been kissed so passionately that you felt like you were in a daze and you couldn’t even move and you got all woozy
“man i am so tired” stays up for 3 more hours doing absolutely nothing
4/20? You mean 1/5 reduce your fractions did you even learn math