R-v-rrr - River - Tumblr Blog

as a writer i want to watch saltburn again, but as a viewer…. no thank you :)

when hozier compared himself to a wild animal saying screaming “do not let me in if you do not want me. i will come back if you feed me, hold me, want me. stop. you do not want this. i can be dangerous, you do not want me.” and then “i’ll be howling outside your door, screaming, scratching, calling to you, for you. don’t you hear me?”

Our little stupid conversation means more to me than you think

*isolates myself* perfect! but why am i sad

petition for a 1D reunion, but it's just them on british bake off?

i love you hooked noses i love you wide noses i love you flat noses i love you prominent noses i love you crooked noses i love you downturned noses i love you bulbous noses i love you large noses i love you bumped noses i love you asymmetrical noses i love you strong noses

the fact that our tumblr consists mainly other peoples thoughts that tenderly matches with ours.. aren’t we all a constellation of each other?

trans people i’m happy you’re alive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m so glad you’re here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! keep doing your best!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i think we’ve got something that’ll stretch across lifetimes

you’re a drug. but not in like the “i’m addicted to you” sense. more like “you make me make bad decisions, stop it.”

nothing makes me feel smarter than understanding a hozier song.

say i’m the grinch and you’re christmas but cindy lou who was aborted

don’t make me rebuild the walls i tore down for you.

it follows me around like my own goddamn shadow.

i knew it was wrong, then i thought it was wrong, then i knew it was wrong again

i’ll have remorse for the spiders but the ants can burn in hell

we grew up together.

we were never the closest,

but we grew up together.

riding our bikes to the corner store

turned into

driving each other to work.

sleepovers in each others rooms

turned into

texts about dinner.

i miss us being kids.

i miss us not being strangers

living under the same roof.

how can a stranger know so much about me.

i’m all done growing and yet it still gives me pain.

your strawberry kisses are peppered across my skin,

and i cant help but think of that night

underneath the stars.

you in my arms,

my eyes toward the sky,

yours toward mine.

in each kiss a seed is embedded

into my body and the

roots grow into my mind.

make me your soil,

make me create something wonderful.

i wonder, that if i keep reading, keep feeling, that i’ll end up an empty carcass on my bedroom floor, waiting for my mother to find me.

i hate that i miss you.

i know i shouldn’t,

that you were bad for me

but i cant stop the want of

the feeling of being next to you

from rushing back into my body

like i’m being jolted back alive.

i miss you.

i hate it.

what’s worse is that maybe,

maybe,

i’m not hallucinating the looks you give me.

maybe you think of me, too.

maybe you wish you could

notice more things about me that i never did.

like how i turn my shoulder when

passing someone i don’t want to talk to.

have you noticed i never do it with you?

i can never bare my full self to any one person. i’m like a puzzle that everyone i’ve ever met has piece to. some of them will never find a place in the finished product.