I went to the river

since last time. I know this shit’s just gonna break my heart

I am grateful to have a window. It does not make for a great escape. I’m glad to have you in my life but you don’t want to stay. Everything’s wrong with something, that’s how it is

I used to think, I still think good writers have something no one else has, like a third eye wide fucking open. But they don’t. Life always feels the same to the person living the individual fucking life. It’s not miraculous, it only feels that way when someone else thinks so and says it out loud. You’re not a mystery. They aren’t a mystery. They cook shitty food and watch sports on TV and shit and piss just like you do.

Taylor My Friend