STAY

Fukase is already a part of my story as an individual.

vamos a la playa a mi me gusta bailar

when I came out from the hospital, I thought it would be cool to be called Punished Eduardo Basquiat, but nobody has called me that... such a shame...

Good news comes in quiet voices 🍃

I hate nice girls because I fail to remember that they’re nice to everyone else too. If they greet me warmly, my heart races. If they text me out of politeness, I can’t stop thinking about it. And on top of all that, they’re just being nice, nothing more. That’s why I can’t bear talking to them.

I already know so much about love — far more than the average person — yet I still feel like I don’t even know 30% of it, or whether I’ll ever fully understand it...

I feel miserable