a good rain knows.

And it has been one hell of a year. I have worn the seasons under my sleeves, on my thighs, running down my cheeks. This is what surviving looks like, my dear.

It’s a question I often ask myself: what would I do with me? And I don’t know the answer. I don’t know what I’d do, except run away.

I’m watching you fall in love. With her. Not me, her. I always knew that it wouldn’t be me, but I remember hoping that maybe we could find a way to love each other’s souls, not just our skin. The types of people we are don’t blend well together. I know we aren’t meant for each other, I’ve known that for a long time but I don’t know how much longer I can sit around and watch you love her.

Thank you for touching me. Some of the only moments worth living were spent with you. Not you especially, the collective you.

I wonder, Do we talk to each other Because we care Or do we talk to each other because It makes us feel a little less alone?

Memories lay heavier on the heart, than they do the mind.

As a Sagittarius no matter what you do it’s hard for you to see eye to eye with this sign at times: Taurus

For the moment I am really very, very tired of everything - more than tired.