finding out picasso died in 1973 feels like the fakest thing ive ever heard. everyone talks about him like he lived in a cave with nothing but a torch and paint he made from berries or bear shit or somethin but nah this dude probably sat down watchin looney tunes thinkin “damn i should draw some dude with a nose on his forehead thatd be dope” i feel so lied to

you’re lucky If I care

losing interest in almost everything

sometimes i just gotta be my own best friend and comfort myself

I carry myself way too high for a lot of shit

do u ever zone out but ur aware that ur zoned out but ur too lazy to zone back in

me, forcing myself to ask for help, hands trembling, voice shaking: im not feeling so good my sweet dude *finger guns*

Your life gets easier when you learn how to talk to people. Everybody don’t like to be talked to the same way. You’ll understand later…

What the fuck is the universe trying to teach me right now

I need to learn to let go of the things that have broken my heart