i would sit infront of god
I'd lie and say i never liked you
but my eyes start saying otherwise

"we met at the wrong time. that's what I keep telling myself any way.
maybe one day years from now we'll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot."

whenever i go home my mind starts playing that part of the canyon moon song

feels like all my playlists have retired

i hope i can forgive myself for all the things im not

heavy on "bad art is still art"

i can never understand what falling out of love is

Three months have passed in 2026 and I haven’t watched a single movie yet.

what they meant by 2026 is the new 2016 is all the conspiracy theories i watched in 2016 turning out to be truu in 2026