i wanna think of myself as hot shit as much as straight boys in snapbacks and cut out tank tops think they’re hot shit
do not fall in love with people like me.
i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
so one of my besties/roomies/travelling buddies has this boyfriend. He’s awesome, and I would definitely consider him one of my good friends.
Last night his brother, who he also considered his best friend, killed himself.
I don’t have words for this
bus down to the local record store
buy something to make you like me more
got tatted in Berlin. pictures to follow (maybe)