in third grade this kid got in trouble for saying “be free my niggas” when we released the butterflies
i hate the feeling when you’re talking to someone you love and you feel nothing but annoying and dumb
sometimes i drop things and am too lazy to pick them up, like pencils, or my hopes and dreams
Kissing can ruin lives. Lips touch sometimes teeth clash. New hunger is born with a throb and caution falls away. A cursed girl with lips still moist from her first kiss might feel
suddenly wild like a little monsoon. She might forget her curse just long enough to get careless and let it come true. She might kill everyone she loves.
— Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times (via tilthe)
