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I realize I expect good things to feel like fireworks because I’ve always needed it to be louder than whatever it was inside I wasn’t dealing with..

I’m bored. I might just uproot this whole identity I fought so hard for this year.

I still write letters to the idea of you

Healing is boring because chaos made your heart race

You gave me some love, pain, hunger ,and longing to alchemize. I honor you for those gifts.

One of the most painful truths you’ll ever experience is that no amount of love can replace alignment

Even I was in love with the idea of me

Is there anyone else on this god forsaken blue pebble that’s as cursed with these levels of self awareness as me???? I feel like I’m the only one. Am I the artificial intelligence????

I’ve seen how fragile your forever is

I’ve learned to meet myself at my own depth and for that to be enough

Chemistry ≠ Compatibility

Sometimes the truth might fall from tongues of serpents