my toxic trait is that i think
i deserve my own cute little apartment in the center of london, going to fancy restaurants in the evening and some peace of mind

sometimes i think that some sort of philosophy will help me understand or change my life, but at the end of the day it gives me severe headaches

i don’t know what’s more unsettling, hellos of people you partially loathe or goodbyes with those you’d like to know but don’t quite

in a bliss of a moonlight, i shall exist