come home the kids miss you.

امشب رفتم از اسپات موردعلاقه‌ام ماچای همیشگیم رو بگیرم، مردی که توش کار می‌کرد بهم گفت راستی برات یک آیتم توی منو اضافه کردیم، همون آیس ماچا لته‌ست با توت فرنگی، بدون سیروپ. و بنده فکر توی عمرم انقدر ذوق‌زده نشده بودم که امشب شدم.

yeah breakup hurts but have they ever told you all of your cages were mental so you got wasted like all your potential

یک بندی کشف کردم گریه هم بکنید اسمش رو بهتون نمی‌گم

if you would let me give you pinky promise kisses then I wouldn't have to scream your name atop of every roof in the city of my heart

یعنی هرموقع می‌خوام بگم نه به astrology و این داستان‌ها باور ندارم وارد روز جدید می‌شیم و کو استار با your day at a glance جدیدش بهم می‌گه دهنم رو ببندم

I’m looking for new friends and mental stability would be much appreciated

I think the root of my biggest flaw is that I have never truly been able to step outside myself. I don’t know such a thing as empathy, about slipping into someone else’s skin. every reflection that should belong to another somehow bends back toward me. even when I look into their eyes, I can’t seem to see past myself.

they should invent a place where I belong

they day I go goth it’s over for everyone

so I was just wondering if your self awareness is eating you alive too or is it just me

make new friends take photos draw your favorite flower smoke dye your hair buy that overpriced coffee you’re craving obsess over your favorite idol get a new tattoo spend more time with your mom reread your comfort books move on from that ex

"you are shaking fists and trembling teeth. I know: you did not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind."

I think what I’m craving is the slow cultivation of an obsession