If I were you, I’d admire me too.

is it better to speak or to die?

summer you better fucking cure me

i'm a sucker for deep talks, i wanna know what makes you, you.

but who am i without nostalgia, yearning, melancholy, overthinking, regret n music.

no i don't have plans for my future because i always thought id be dead by now so i'm lowkey just freestyling.

we accept the love we think we deserve.

it's not better to speak if you won't be heard.

I read ur diary, every line. I wna drink ur words like wine

I'm more than willing to rot in hell with you
I'm ready to bury all of my bones
I'm ready to lie but say I won't
So tell me your secrets
And join me in pieces
To rot in this garden made of stones

the waters getting colder let me in your ocean

Let's get drunk together n tell each other how we really feel.

i killed the flower i wanted by watering it too much.

And if you're not made for me
why did we fall in love?

imagine being loved the way you love

and if you tell me about your darkness, i will still look at you like you're the sun.

i'm so narcissistic i even think my birth date is better than other people.