my poems say it all...

outgoing weirdo that will make you question why you are friends with me. But i love to make people laugh:)



no why

a marshmallow is squished beneath the weight of knowledge

(Source: effington, via hippiehazeiriedaze)



Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.

the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day

(Source: mingdliu, via hippiehazeiriedaze)


when someone gives you directions but you go the wrong way


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