We are the poisoned youth

I reblog  the money pigeon because I love him.

My luck levels have been rigged since the new year started and it seems to be infectious… reblogging for yall’s sake

slowly disintegrating friendships are like. i miss you. i love you. i wish so many good things for you. i wish for all the love u can get. i wish i was eating chaat with u rn. i hope we never meet again.

Yes I would do anything for you. No I can’t hold eye contact with you. I wish you goodness but I can’t be around to see it. I want you to miss me like I miss you. I love how you know me. I hate how you know me. I wonder if we’re thinking about each other at the same time. When did we become a thing of the past. Why are all of our memories from so long ago, why is our history the only thing we have in common. Your happiness heals. Your happiness hurts. I love you. I resent you.

next covid stimulus package is gonna be a fucking poster of a cat hanging on to a tree branch with “hang in there!” written in comic sans