Shit I cannot fall asleep without Tate right now. (Everything smells like you in our room and Im getting clingy and anxious and aaaah)
After Taylor left I cried a bit. And I will probabely cry more. I love you Tatey. Meine Sonne.
Audre Lorde (via gnarbie)
An abandoned Atlanta school’s bathroom is slowly reclaimed by ivy and kudzu.