they call me… 7 Knives. because that’s how many knives it takes me to cook things because I keep puttin em in the fuckin sink without thinking about it
he’s tall, handsome, and he boot too big for he gotdamn feet. I didn’t say a name, but you’re picturing someone, aren’t you?
my aesthetic is students at the library who have all their study materials out but are blatantly Not Studying
current relationship status: sleeping diagonally across my queen size bed
“The further I get, the more I regret how little I know…”
Claude Monet, “Letter to Frédéric Bazille,” | 1868