Anyone who can find me must really love me

I do not trust people who wear only one face. They are uninteresting and unintelligent.

I thought my dad loved photography. He just really really loved me 😭

What do u need? Do u still need it? Can u get it from someone else? Can u give it to urself? It doesn’t matter why. But if u were curious, it is because u are born with humane rights.

As someone who is unafraid of death, I choose to cultivate a lust for life, in spite, so that my people will cope well with many memories when I am gone.

I taught myself to not fear communication early on with this mindset—“why would I be afraid of letters & words I’m not a little bitch”

Everything enraged me for months and it was unbearable. I realized it couldn’t possibly be the world & all its people but something I was carrying inside me.

A lot of addiction is more about the comedown than the high. To make sense of your inner world by manipulating ur reality. To feel that ur suffering is justified.

If u cannot bear to love everything, you might find resolve in loving yourself everywhere. It looks the same.

I always know how to make something out of nothing. It’s space & time that I have trouble with.

I integrated you into myself because memories are fallible. I will be your proof of life.

My people are with me and the rest of the world is at my feet. It will be inevitable that I step on an insect.

I remember all the adults who said they wished their daughters would turn out just like me & I keep them in my heart.

Why don’t u let me sleep? I wanna dream ab u