Dear God, Make me a bird. So, I can fly far. Far,far away from here.



I just want to be treated like a princess all day (◡‿◡✿)
Then fucked senseless until I’m screaming 
Then cuddled and held all night long to keep nightmares away (


I can’t wait till my kids obsess over a band and ask me money for tickets, albums, and band merch. Then their father will be like, “Babe, remember when you were obsessed with my band?”