A relationship is like a house
If a lightbulb goes out, you don’t buy a new house, you just change the lightbulb.
Unless that house is a lying whore
Then you burn the fucker to the ground and buy a better house with lights that you can fucking count on.
wow this is my entire adolescence
this fucked me up
I’m gonna say this every time someone asks me why I stretched my ears.
my favorite aesthetic is cheap, unsettling motel that you stay in while on a desert road trip
like bright neon signs, humidity-filled hallways, and rooms with televisions that only play static-y game shows
complete with uncomfortable sheets and the feeling that someone is watching you