Posted on 22nd May at 10:00 PM
I’ll keep my mouth shut from now on. There’s no point in me putting my thoughts into words because it’ll only anger you and we’ll end up in some kind of fight. I hate it. It’s always me. Don’t say it isn’t. None of this would’ve happened if I kept to myself and just let be. There’s no point. I don’t want to hurt you anymore nor do I want to be hurt. I don’t want to have this heart sinking feeling that I get every now and then. I don’t want to ruin anything anymore. There’s no point.
Posted on 9th May at 8:51 PM
Innovative fast food packaging
Posted on 6th May at 1:41 AM, with 741 notes
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Posted on 6th May at 1:40 AM, with 1,909 notes
jane tsong, ‘my hands in the shape of vaginas’ (1995)
