float on
when i die bury my in the clothes of my youth

writing an essay i’m actually excited about.

You’re just like Braille, he said to her. In what way? she inquired. I never want to stop running my palms over you, reading every single dip and curve. You’re the only language I was ever fluent in, he replied.
by Fragment 68

(Source: writingsforwinter, via wanderlustchild-deactivated2013)

just thinking about going to school tomorrow makes me want to puke…