𝓁𝑒 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂

i imagined my life would be so much different than this. i imagined dumb nights on rooftops and glowing sunsets with first kisses and skateboarding through the middle of nowhere with a cigarette in my hand because i don’t really care if i died, i was already doing everything i ever wanted to. i imagined new cities and new faces and relocating to someplace nobody knows me and being mysterious and dancing under the moonlight with champagne courage. i feel so stuck and so old.

“you say i never think of you and you’re wrong. i think of you every time i’m able to smile and feel love, for you deprived me of it for much too long”

sometimes people can be a drug— with all of their perks and shortcomings.