#tears!

what's even the point of having a little brother if you aren't fucking your cock down his throat until tears are streaming down him face and he's desperately trying to tap out but you just keep going

he sang the fine line high notes😭😭😭😭

Fuck, back to the novel I go!

you’re allowed to be dumb and passionate. you’re allowed to be overdramatic and drenched in your pain and feel the urge to blame those who stole your youth without meaning to and never figured out how to communicate hope to you. you’re allowed to cry about it. you’re allowed to get high just to feel alive. you’re allowed to miss the signs someone wanted to run and ask for help making sense of it. you’re allowed to keep driving to the edge til you get this right; you’re doing your best and that is the best you can do. it’s okay that when they wish you well after you fucked up you kinda want to die, but in the end you’ll still pay again to keep from stopping it now. apologising to yourself for breaking plans on a Sunday to rest and treating your mind like an ashtray, it’s okay that you’re never one to change and you’re scared to find a piece of peace of mind. to let your love go and fall apart destructively like a landslide and kiss one last goodnight because your heaven ain’t the same. you realised that when you’re cleaning up and there’s bleach in the hallways you can start over, you’re bleaching your hair as a way of figuring out how to go on without someone, it’s baby steps after you burnt the city without warning reaching out for someone’s help. after you took the L and you won’t go home you realise that you still love the heat and the noise and feeling like a tiger in a circus ring again and you still think about the times we were heavy and all your friends are up on mars you’re travelling. after that city broke your heart and you needed someone to pick you up so you don’t have to play pretend and you are human once again and you’re still trying to find the city with the brightest lights. I love to love you for god’s sake. when you pull through yes I’ll feel the same, with a knife inside your heart I feel it too but you kiss away the pain and that’s it, our silver linings, gold and shining, that’s what you do when you love somebody. young man look in the mirror, lights will guide you so run like hell 🤍❤️‍🩹🤍