Mood this days

I usually get addicted to literally anything that distracts me from the fact I exist

Excuse me, I was on my narcissist persona

And they dare talk about it.About the way the way their lips met, about the electric spark,
the butterflies, the whole damn saccharine charade.
They nag, they press, demanding I listen to their precious fairytale, their perfect little story. And here I am, on this burning bridge, embers licking at my skin, consumed by a love that has no future, for someone who will never be mine. I'm drowning in ink, scribbling poems and twisting every lyric into a twisted reflection of a fantasy we never shared, a world that exists only in my mind. Their joy is a knife, twisting in the wound, a blatant mockery of the silent ache that gnaws at me. Do they not see the flames? Do they not hear the cries? Or are they so caught up in their bliss, so blind to the inferno consuming me, that my pain is nothing more than background noise to their perfect, idyllic kiss?

Not everyone wants money some people want love, but i want money

I be like "I'm fine" then shake my leg 148mph

I wanna get a forehead kiss from a gun

ስራ ❌
የጓደኛ ኪስ ብዝበዛ✅😭

I hate you in different languages that's why my tounge can't spell it

“Just let them go, why are you still holding on?”

-Sometimes, we hold on because we feel like we have to.
We feel like we have to be the ones to fix, the ones to mend, the ones to prove that human beings don't give up on a person they see something beautiful within. And my eyes have seen a glimpse of reason to die for

What a good day to shutup nd do your own damn business

Now how should I tell my mom I had a coffee instead of breakfast and lunch when she was gone

Fuck them all

I just want to say don't follow me. I don't know where I'm going

Born female