you know what they say about pineapple 
y’know
sorry miss him
I miss being black and I miss my fucking stuffed animal 
i gazed into the cotton clouds, overwhelmed by their candy complexion. there it was clear, as the shore washed upon my feet. my first love had washed away with the tide, and all that remained were the broken shells, the remnants of my heart.
medusa head on me like im ‘luminati
I LAV MY FRIENDS
dopeness