oblivion

“I don’t care if I fall for the devil, as long as he loves me the way he loves hell.”

Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.

Seven days a week, 24 hours a day, I miss you

me: *is anxious about not having a job*

You have moments where you think you’re over it and then you have others where you cry on the bathroom floor wondering why you weren’t good enough.

If I could have spoken to you as well as I can write, I wouldn’t need to write about you in the past tense.

If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.

You will forever be, my first, and last thought, every single day.

I only think of myself in two ways: