I Hate That He Says Hi After 2 Years, And I'm Right Back To Daydreaming About Laughter In A Sunlit Kitchen.

Me AF

me: *watches criminal minds for 9 hours* anything: *makes a noise* me: I’m looking for a white male between the ages of 25-45 probably a loner probably most definitely hates women probably drives a red late model dodge truck probably lives alone his moms name is Helen and his favorite color skittles are the red ones

“Tonight, just put your arms on me and hold me like I am yours. Leave pieces of yourself behind on my skin, and love me like it is the first and the last time for us. Fill my lungs with your breath and make me forget my name. Tonight, I am yours and I will be yours, until dawn breaks.”

— Lukas W. // Until dawn breaks

You can get changed now. Take your time. Gosh. The shirt is too big.

writing playlist: on

google docs: open

mind: ready

Pretend ur invasive self hating thoughts r being said to u by a 13 y/o boy on xbox live trying to get a rise out of you like “Your girlfriend dumped you because you’re ugly” that’s nice tim isn’t it past ur bedtime

Is it safe. Is it safe. Is it safe.

First, parts of you die, and then the things you think define you fade into the background. But you're still in control, you didn't need them anyway. Then you wake up one October morning, and you're seeping through your own fingers like water. You have no idea whom you are, you only have a vague idea of whom you want to be, but that's hard and you need to grieve for the girl who's dying inside you, because God knows she's carried you. Alas, you live in a world full of people with questions and they feel entitled to you remaining the same. You can't explain that your paradigms are not just shifting, they're blowing up and turning into ash in your hands, so you just fold into yourself. But Yourself is falling apart, and it's just...living God what is happening?