Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.
My boobs they hurt and satan is chewing on my ovaries again.
Me Right now.
“This is the chemical formula for love:
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.
It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.
Let that sink in.”
thats so fucked
Underwater Room - Manta Resort
The Underwater Room is a three-storey floating platform by Manta Resort. The bottommost part is submerged under water, whilst the upper roof functions as a place for stargazing and sunbathing.
All I want for Christmas Is you(r head between my legs)