welshkiings

fuck dating apps i want to meet someone the old fashioned way (you’re walking your bike up the last hill into town wearing your school uniform. i’m hanging out the passenger side window of my best friend’s car. your hands are beautiful. we know nothing about each other. you disappear in the rear view mirror. i close my eyes and send up a simple, inexplicable, desperate prayer to god. i say please. i have never said please in my life)

the dreamer trilogy is for the people who are left behind. it is so deeply personal i cannot even articulate it.

something about always wanting to go home and then home becomes something that’s strangling you, something you can’t escape. something about home being a person but you never realized because place and person were intertwined until that person had to leave. something about wanting the world for everyone but yourself. something about resentment. and longing. and feeling unwanted. something about forcing yourself to keep going and living and creating in a place that is both the most familiar place and the most strange. something about not being able to change and looking in the mirror and seeing yourself and waking up and seeing yourself and waking up and seeing yourself. something about the line between what is real and what isn’t being blurred. something about forgiveness.

music is so scary and also cool but really huge. and we are friends

despite the amount of chemicals i have absorbed into my body and the external stimuli i have immersed myself in i am still not doing very well has anyone else on god's beautiful earth encountered this issue

i think my problem is that when i’m doing an activity with a friend they’re thinking “i am having fun. this is fun.” but i’m thinking “we are tying the strings of fate we are forming a powerful bond that will last eons”

So bad at texting it feels like war

his eyes were spotify green