She is Art. What the fuck do you expect from her, other than confusion, beauty and goddamn soul?

Hiding my trauma and insecurities behind "😁"

Oh my god there are so many books to read and instruments to play and languages to learn and people to meet and songs to hear and food to taste and places to see and lives to live. But I choose my bed

I wonder if all this is happening because of that video I didn't forward to ten ppl

*lies to therapist as i have an image to maintain*

The customer is always wrong.They don't know shi I work here, not you

Pdf and cry?

Does it bother me? Yes
Will I ever tell you? No

What's not gonna kill you would text you after 2 years, literally

Googling "what year is it" like a confused time traveller every week because I can never remember. ( I just slept too much, and I can't remember where I slept whose bed am I on what the date is, if it's day or night which wall am i facing)

And when you play guitar I listen to the strings buzz, the metal vibrates underneath your fingers

Moments before disaster

Do you really want this for the rest of your life?

The other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by, the other woman will spend her life alone.

I need to get alcohol poisoning once I'm done w exams

I be like ‘ need some alone time', and then I disappear for ages like an absent father who went to get milk.

Atp my life feels like one long ass alone time in my coffin and some days I try to connect with mortal humans for a change.