If your sacrifice isn't great enough to make a scene, does it even count? Does it wash away your sins? Does it spare you any sympathy? If your loss doesn't take away a part of you til you are unrecognizable to the mirror, do you even lose anything? Does the absence make them look at your empty hands? Does the hole make them step away?

this is such a cringe thing to say but god people disgust me. I am so disappointed.

I had a dream. I showed up at your door like a banshee, you let me sneak in. I sat on your bed, your eyes avoided me. I stretched closer only to see your face. I started talking, that's what I always do. You listened until you were stuffed with my words. You jumped on my chest and pressed your hand on my mouth. "Let your eyes speak" you said, but my eyes are too loud. Your ears started ringing, I closed my eyes and smiled. You have a banshee on your bed. What did you expect? Sweet dreams? No, I have nightmares in my pockets, letters for you that won't reach. "I am a banshee" I whispered, and you laughed. You're still on my chest and I kinda don't want you to go. I'm wishing you slowly fall into my arms, I want to know how it feels to hold someone so soft. Too bad I'm a banshee. Banshees don't have beds, banshees aren't homes, they just show up at your door. Don't get up yet, I'm staying for a while. I kinda like your ceiling and how your breath is synced with mine. Didn't notice you're falling asleep, I can't wake you up. How are you so thirsty for my nightmares? How do you give up on sweet dreams? You're still on my chest. You're not light-weighted but also not heavier than my screams, the ones that are stuck in my head, wandering and breaking. I can't complain. I like things that fall. But can banshees catch you? Can they save you? I'm not sure. My hands are on in your dark hair and I can't think of bad things anymore.

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When I say "I’ll do it later"
what I actually mean is I will do it in a state of absolute panic when there is no other choice

Some ppl just - ahhhhh, I wanna squash, you put you in a pretty box and elope to any country you like. I will spoil you rotten

i am pursuing a PhD. in profound friendships with beautiful women
(Would I succeed? Stay tuned)

I can listen to the sound of someone speaking French while not understanding a word for hours

Sometimes I really envy people who are good at facial expressions.

i would literally give all my blood for the sweetness of your laughter but whatever

No longer accepting calls
Shout my name 3 times infront of the ocean on a full blood moon

"On one hand, I'm like, 'Ugh, I have to pick up garbage all day', and on the other hand, I'm like, 'Look at me in orange."(charity cuz why not)

“Up to you” “you pick” “you decide” idk
How about you just kill me

the urge to say could be us when there is no us

Fuck it! I will do it for the plot

I hate when I wanna talk to a person, but I don’t really have anything to say. but I yearn for the connection. can’t just message someone like, Hiiiiiiiii I have nothing in particular to say but you’re fun and cool and I would like to have a conversation and become friends
*headbutts the wall*