I think we're just all chasing that high we got from the first fanfic we ever read.

Whatever our souls are made of, your and mine are the same. It's a blessing.

There’s always a situation when i’m here with my grief and i mother it before i let it sink.

Started with 'why' on something you don't know, ended with 'but why' then feeling self righteous and talking like a pro. Cringe enough

I fucking wish I was a woman so bad. Like at this point in my life it's not feasible to even pursue that desire because that shits expensive and I am already drowning in debt but IMAGINE