Stars, Books, Swimming, and who I want to be.

Not book smart or street smart but a secret third thing.

supid

supid.

my body knows something that i don’t and i can’t get her to talk to me

(no beers in) So how do you perceive me in the privacy of your thoughts

having a hometown is such a fucked up concept. i grew up here so i do not want to stay here anymore. i miss it when i am away but once i am back i realise why i wanted to go away as far as possible from it. i am familiar with every corner of this place i did not realise when it slowly changed into something unrecognisable. i would probably like to be buried here but i'd rather die than live here

tumblr is great bc its like a diary where I can take other peoples diary entries and glue them into my own diary

actually im doing really well except for the fact that everything makes me sad and the things that dont make me sad make me angry. but other than that im fine

going on a guilt trip do yall want anything

if you really cared about me you wouldn't have to ask

the strongest bond is probably pad wings to themselves. the weakest is probably pad wings to your underwear

sorry for the mixed signals I don’t know what I want or what I’m doing mostly