I died but I came back exactly the same. You though, I came back and you were wrong. Did the fact of my dying really damage you that much? Was bringing me back worth what it cost you? Would it have been better to just leave me?

i have been meaning to reach out to you but the window was open and everything seemed so lovely outside so i forgot..

repeating “my love is mine all mine” everyday in the mirror like an affirmation

i wasn’t supposed to be a person i should be a well-loved mug or a worn paperback book or a favorite hoodie or a keychain plushie or something

do you ever laugh with your friends and think oh this is the point. this is the point of everything

i think not feeling like a person is probably the most human thing lots of people are feeling right now. something disconnected us and we notice