heart ripped out

this shit is everything to me man. i'm gonna fucking give birth to you

i love you. i cant tell you. the sun on your face will do it for me.

Instead of going to work tomorrow why don’t we all just dig a really deep hole

chronic illness is like. body parts you didn’t even know you had will hurt and rot and act up

it's really gross how you can be self aware enough to know what's going on in your head but you can't actually stop it from happening. i need to grab it like a pigeon that got stuck in a house and throw it out the window. be free

per my last desperate howl at the heavens,

I feel a sliver of sun on my skin and get the urge to tell anyone and everyone that I love them