tear-stained racks all on my floor

never the loudest in the room. always the most observant.

the feeling of never being enough will always haunt me no matter what

I get road rage walking behind people.

The right people feel like peace.

hey so i went to Cares About You So So Much Island and built a little house and lived there forever and ever until all the stars burned out and the universe went dark (and still i remained)

i wish i wasn’t so easy to leave behind

Your soul caught my attention.

i’d be happy just to sit under the stars with your hand in mine

don’t think i didn’t notice

sorry i called you a fucking idiot i was trying to flirt

sext: hey i’m genuinely wondering how youre doing

I’m such a slut for thunderstorms