nat wolff is the kind of guy you’d want to run into at 3am in a new york subway while your life is falling apart and have him just talk to you because everything he says and the way he words his thoughts is like SMOOTH BUTTER
this has been another unleashing of my teenage girl wishes
I remember when I was a fetus I used to sneak out at night while my mother was sleeping
It blows my mind that after all this time you’ve spent on earth, nobody ever bothered to tell you that your eyes aren’t brown.
They are copper against honey and sage and when they water they glow, two perfect orbs the same shade as nature after it rains.
You’re not as simple as they wanted you to be.
We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldn’t stay alive.