être dans la lune

maybe if you take a hot shower. cook something. eat a little soup. feel a little sunshine. make something with your hands—it doesn’t have to be big. maybe if you stretch your body and draw a silly little picture and get some rest, the world will feel like something your hands can still hold

i don't need to go to therapy because sometimes i think about andrew choking kevin to the point it takes three people to get them apart and just like that my problems are gone

andrew: they hate me for being a slut tbh and maybe also the killings too but that's unlikely

aaron told neil "you mean you were too busy being pulverized to shop" when they saw him after christmas and nicky was one word away from decking his cousin for the first time

when i hear “boys will be boys” there’s no other acceptable argument than that time andrew bought a maserati and matt immediately put their differences aside and asked andrew to start it up and andrew “i never do what people tell me to unless they’re neil” minyard twisted the key in the ignition

Daydreaming about alternative lives to escape my own has become a coping mechanism which I have internalised so much that it happens unconsciously throughout the day. I’ll be always daydreaming in the back of my head no matter what I do