I normalized going to school without any sleep.

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11:11

𝘪 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯

5:20 am
I can control the voices

I hate coffee, but I have to drink it to keep my eyes open

♡

Anger is a part of me it's not bad, the badness is where and when to use it

Could've been me and her

Roses are black, violets are black, I can't see a thing, cause eyes are what I lack

Under the night, somewhere
between the white that is nothing so much as 
blue, and the black that is, finally; nothing,
I am the man neither of you remembers.
Shielding, in the half-dark,
the blue eyes I sometimes forget
I don't have. Pulling my own stoop-
shouldered kind of blues across paper.

Carl Phillips, from “Blue,” In the Blood (University Press of New England, 1992)

I can’t stop staring at your hands and thinking of all the things I wish you’d do to me.

  。・゜              ♡ ・ 。       。・゜ ♡   。・゜              ♡ ・ 。       。・゜ ♡        ♡   。・゜                   ♡           .           .♡   ♡   。・゜   。・゜              ♡ ・ 。   
i should be the only one you think about
  。・゜              ♡ ・ 。       。・゜ ♡   。・゜              ♡ ・ 。       。・゜ ♡        ♡   。・゜                   ♡           .           .♡   ♡   。・゜   。・゜              ♡ ・ 。