im like no worries & then feel so upset i get chest pains

only difference between me and someone in a psych ward is that i'm outside

real af this is genuinely me after deciding to get up and cut some apples

i'm so attracted to emotional intelligence like damn the way you actually listen and communicate turns me on

I have a graveyard inside me; the name I don't say. Memories I don't touch. Versions of myself I buried because nobody came to save them. And somehow, I still dust these graves, hoping the murderers will come back with a red rose.

I remember one night I died, and the next morning I got up, took a shower, got dressed and went on with my life.

Not big on love anymore. But, Oh man, you should've seen me when I was...

“I don’t want to impress you. I want to understand you in a way no one else ever tried to.”