Old Sport

there is such a calamitous comfort concealed deeply in the hollows of sadness.

here i am, being told that i’m growing up when i never even got the chance to be a kid

being known is one of the most terrifying yet comforting things a human can experience

i’ve come to the harsh realization that i’m so scared of being toxic that i have become toxic. goodnight.

bitches be like “i’m fine” then go watch Dead Poets Society again

my first draft is my final draft. get out of here with that “editing” crap. let me spill my nonsense >:/

the way i wear heartbreak is ravishing

my life is a joke and i’m the comedian

proofreading my own work?? no thanks. if you can’t handle my useless ramblings then you can’t handle me.

my fatal flaw? getting way too attached to my english teachers

if you give me a locket with your photo in it i will combust on the spot.