of melancholic hymns

what were you expecting?

the seventh loop is car rides and hand holding and peace that you want to deny yourself of. it’s a dance of planets in a medium you never learned to translate.

please don’t look at me when we do this dance again.

that’s what you truly fear. complacency. what you fear is being way too comfortable in a skin that isn’t your own.

identifying as pansexual and nonbinary gotta be the funniest thing ever. like. what do you mean i’m everything and nothing at the same time

the light of my life was actually a dumpster fire that refused to be put out.

lets play hide and seek. you have no desire to find me, and i have no desire to be found

and remember, none of it will matter in a year

there will always be things that just turn back into things. things that you look at that once held meaning, but have now returned to what they were before. that car brand, that colour, that scenery, those words that used to mean something. and now they mean nothing at all.

have you ever looked in the mirror, stared at the reflection that's supposed to be mimicking you, and been terrified to realize that you don't recognize it at all?