welcome to the beyond. we’ve been waiting for you. your room is just how you left it. or would you rather be in the backseat of your mom’s car? we’ll set the year to december 2009 and play your favorite holiday songs on the radio as you both drive around looking at christmas lights. please note that this is a memory. we encourage you to enjoy the time you have. you can always revisit this moment, but you cannot live in a memory. would you like to forget? would you like to forget? would you like to forget? perhaps you’d rather lounge by the pond? the one filled with green algae, where the rocks you skipped in high school are buried. you can relive your first kiss. we’ve tried our best to recreate how it was. unfortunately, we cannot fully replicate his face, some things are simply lost to time. however, we can make the cicadas sing how they did that one summer. would you like to forget? would you like to forget? would you like to forget? maybe you rather share your room once more with your sister? you can appreciate it for what it is. you can share secrets once more and all your favorite barbies are here. they’ve been waiting for you two. please note, this is a memory. nothing you say now will change what has already been said. would you like to forget? would you like to forget? would you like to forget? or how about one more evening sitting on their balcony overlooking the cars on the highway? they’ll be your best friend once more. the smoke will sting your eyes and your ribs will hurt from laughing just like they used to in the before. unfortunately, once this memory is over, you will no longer be able to recall the conversation or their face. just the pain from the laughter and the lingering smell of smoke and summer air. would you like to forget? would you like to forget? would you like to go home?

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