he smiled, and his face was like the sun.

having someone do "I think coolsville sucks" to you always feels so surreal. always feels like trolling. probably is

got a crick in my neck and a frog in my throat and a chip on my shoulder and a stick up my ass and now you're gonna stand there puttin words in my mouth? haven't I been through enough?

sometimes the only closure you will get is knowing that everything you did was done earnestly and out of love

they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

i’m like a clown that no one hired or pays

In another life im a green summer dress hanging on a clothing line somewhere sunny

i've been phasing the phrase 'google it' out of my vocabulary and going back to 'look it up'. fuck you youve lost your generic trademark privileges

when everything feels like the movies you bleed just to know youre alive. or so ive heard.