Don’t start nothin won’t be nothin
OH MY GOD
I want a brown boy with nappy hair who loves poetry and soft kisses.
Oh, and theatre, choral/orchestral music, film, and Nina Simone.
i’m listening to robyn and i wish i had strobe lights and a fog machine and a projector so i could turn my room into space
i licked my iphone when you sent me a text talking about apricot marmalade and although it didn’t taste like apricot marmalade, i suppose, the sentiment is still there, isn’t it?
it took me months to find out who you are, they should really change the facebook search options to search for “cute…