But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a…
A grey wall now, clawed and bloody.
Is there no way out of the mind?
Steps at my back spiral into a well.
There are no trees or birds in this world,
There is only sourness.
reminder that Gaga is performing in space next year
If this doesn’t make you excited about science, get outta ma face.
I’m never taking it off
right now i just want to watch anime and eat vanilla ice cream.
when people try to argue with you about something you clearly know more about
I HAVE WAITED SO LONG FOR THIS
quoting yasmin from a conversation we had
thought i’d credit her as most of these are the result of our conversations in one way or another