fate fell short

i feel like all i do is watch people and notice all the beautiful things about them and try to understand them fully and no one does that for me … sometimes i feel like i’m just a mirror to reflect people back to themselves. a vessel for love and that’s it… i make everyone else into poetry and no one else sees me the way i see them it’s so depressing

Never wanted perfect always wanted real

i’ve decided to carry some undying hope with me every day. as a treat

I used to be a human then i was godlike and perfect for a while and then I got tired and now im an beast. you know how it is

girl dinner. fattest fucking plate of pasta you've ever seen in your life

do you hear me thinking about you?