it’s like a giraffe
you have to climb to find its head
it’s like a giraffe
you have to climb to find its head
but if i had your face
The people you love become ghosts inside of you and like this you keep them alive.
being home means listening to all the music my mom grew up on, which was all the music i grew up on.
I remember staring at this album cover while it played when i was 7 and thinking how dope these bitches be and how much i wanted to be the brunette one.
1943
I have a new t-shirt i’ve been waiting (so far) a little over TWO WEEKS to debut at a party.
So god knows how long it’ll take [to have a chance] to whip my beard.
then i dyed my hair and put on the lipstick and realized they match
shallowgirlyfridays