milk rabbit

the words "hope" and "home" sound the same.
love//milk

zinemilkzine:

my mother always

knows when I’m 

in love because 

I always stick the milk 

in the pantry instead of the fridge. 

Love this so much. 
lazypacific:

 

livdash:

"somewhere between you aint shit and i still think about ya"

(via skimpily)

The Confession

hauntedfruit:

for Stephen

JT:
On the day my cousin JT is arrested, seven mosquitoes spin their bodies into the window’s scrim.
They are every confession he could n
ever make to the priest.
With wires on his skin,
15-year-old JT tells the D.C. police of the closet and of the green