BILDUNGSROMAN

I’m afraid of losing him

the moon told me she's proud of you and she loves you btw

i do believe on some level that real love is ugly. i think we’ve convinced ourselves otherwise by ingesting highly filtered staged moments of other people’s relationships and telling ourselves that maybe we are too ugly for love. but real love — it’s waking up in the dead of morning with dried drool on your face, it’s bleeding in a bed that isn’t yours, it’s having a panic attack in the park and not knowing how to verbalize what you’re feeling, it’s not shaving + not apologizing, it’s crying because you need something you cannot name + much more — all while being held.

It turns out that you can become the person you’ve always envisioned but you’ll still have the person you were before inside of you and you have to treat them with as much forgiveness and love as possible

art galleries should be open 24hrs like what if I can’t sleep and wanna stare at a painting

heartbreaking that my hips aren't bruised from you gripping them too tight

I hired those crumbs to go in your bed

death really is our final orgasm

there is nothing more important than a dear friend you can be a huge fucking asshole hater with

i would do anything if it meant even one person gets hurt

im doomed by the narrative but the narrative is a bunch of conscious choices i've made in the past