don’t stare at the moon too long or else you’ll remember that nothing in this stupid fucking world makes sense
You wear a lot of black clothes and
Black Clothes, Emm Roy. (via emmisnotshortforemma)
almost never bother brushing your hair.
I don’t mind. I like the softness of your
strands in my hands, of your mess in my mess.
Some days you are all fingers and no words,
all want and no whispers, all yes, all you.
Those days, I believe in miracles, but only
the ones that taste like mouthfuls of you.
If you ask, I will marry you a thousand times.
destroy media’s idea of asian girls being petite, pale-skinned waifs with bobbed hair and blunt bangs who are either the quiet fighter or a submissive giggly teen
destroy the fetishizing and infantilizing of asian girls
I’ve seen too many episodes of Sailor Moon to ever be able to trust a sale that seems too good to be true.
i am obsessed with beauty because it’s very morbid and intimate and full of trust and secrets. it’s a secret thing, you know. that we share. i like it, it’s like holding hands in a dark tunnel, to know you and some girl a million miles away can both appreciate a good red lipstick. that is very comforting. to know a girl a thousand years ago cared about her nail color too. little ghost bridges. that is my favorite part. it is not about being beautiful. it is about not being entirely alone.