i was so orpheus and eurydice about you but you’re not nerdy enough to understand </3

and so i’ll spend another summer rotting away in my crypt, listening to the songs i loved at 15 and writing poems about the same boy from a past life. thinking about how we’ll never be in the same room again and if his back ever misses the way my hand would trace out my name

“everyone secretly hates me” says the girl with the thinks everyone secretly hates her disease

there use to be videos on youtube and instagram use to be fun and not curated at every inch. you use to be able to read full articles online without giving them your money and the internet use to be full of wonders instead of a soulless void of ads.

you ever listen to a song and all of a sudden you a get a gut wrenching feeling of nostalgia for a past life that you can’t go back to. oh well, life goes on

i’m starting to forget the way you’d say my name and i can’t seem to map out the freckles on your face anymore but sometimes, if i’m lucky enough, you come back to me in dreams and we talk about nothing just like old times

slept next to him but i dreamt of you all summer long