moth bby

i love being weird i love being full of love

this cerebral vibration carries on and on; like waves that wrap their arms around me and whisper until the next one hits again

maybe i need you

xx

remember to feel still and let it all pass through you darling i worry

you'll make out with mother earth even though im a piece of dirt

i am full of Please; you are full of No Thank You

i will ride my skates into the inbetweens and reside infinitely white; only tasting color around me, never on me

when i watched this, i cried because i saw myself in her and all my ugly pieces that no one can love. when i dressed like her for a party, you said i looked so nice and you wanted to love me then. when i acted like her, i hated myself and you learned to hate me too