“it’s that time of the year for butterflies in Mexico”
*pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns * *pi
“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.”— Kait Rokowski
not to be nsfw but can someone hold my hand and do the thumb rub thing