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sometimes i think the world is ending and everything is pointless and then a stranger will say something nice about me and i’m okay

i’ll rebuke all romance but my eyes will linger on you for just a second too long and hope you never notice

being in love seems so beautiful. i hope we can all experience that one day soon

untouched potential in yourself are the perfect leftovers you let sit in the fridge just a little too long. don’t you dare waste what could be fantastic.

and for all the pain and turmoil i felt after breaking it off with you, i have never been happier about a decision than that. to lose you may have felt like inflicting a wound to my chest, but the human body can do nothing more than heal after feeling pain. you were my worst heartbreak yet i would leave you a hundred times more if i could

& for a creature who has been tucked into dark corners its whole life, it is all to easy to mistake a wildfire for the sun’s generous rays of warmth

life got so much better once i started to live it

a poster in my room fell over; the tape was too old and weak to stick to the wall. but i have no new tape, so i stick the poster and the old tape back on the wall because it will have to do. i go to sleep after getting the tape to stick, and will wake up to my poster on the ground. the poster will fall and fall, the tape will fail and fail, and yet i will stand there with a scowl and put it back on the wall. the poster will continue to fall and the tape will continue to fail, and when i go to the store my eyes will skip over a new roll of tape.

i hope you never find my account.

sometimes when i’m nostalgic, i think about my life before i turned 18. all of the sneaking around, the friend drama, the marijuana, the adrenaline from getting away with an orchestrated lie. i look back and i think, “well, wasn’t fun?” and my 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, and 18 year old self will hide the misery, pain, betrayal, and loneliness behind shaking hands, bite the inside of their cheek, and say, “yes.”

sometimes, in my childhood bedroom, i can hear the clock ticking that i tucked into my closet at the age of 13.

i walk the streets covered in christmas lights. the only thing i stare at is the moon. and the wind will scatter kisses on my skin as if to say, “i love you too.”

my world didn’t end when we did & i think of you a little less every day

you make me want to fucking throw up