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Yayy welcome back king

The way his heart pounds inside his chest, barely touching his bones, disgusts him.

He can understand what it feels like for people to hate him, but loving him ? feels like seeing frogs fly.

He was like a cold, thin blanket trying to warm people up. A dirty stray cat tired enough to avoid showering. Forgets to eat or to speak. Overthinking or underthinking. Even feeling the skin and teeth feels uncomfortable.

I wish people stop acting like they know me.

I know it's bad when I even act alright around myself

The pain runs through my every single bone, but every day I pretend I have never felt it at all. As though it has never whispered my name.

Literally him

Drawing while listening to Deftones is like drugs to me.