i was talking to a guy and he said “if there were no laws you could be raped at any point of the day” and i replied with “yeah and i could retaliate by stabbing the rapist, hey i mean there are no laws” and he said “rape isn’t that bad, stabbing someone is a little over dramatic” wtf.
PAINT YOUR NAILS WITH HIS BLOOD.
my life can be most accurately described by the sound a wet sponge makes when you throw it on the floor
My barista asked me how I was and I said “how are you good” but I meant to say “good how are you” and it was really embarrassing this is why I don’t wake up in the morning
i am bad at loving and you are bad at shutting up
but for some reason, i can’t keep you out of my head
i had to write a poem for class and i immediately started writing about
so i threw that out and started again because you don’t exist
you don’t exist anymore and i’ve accepted it
(most of the time)
but then you’re in my dreams and your letter is in my journal
and every time i open the book, it falls out and my wound is reopened
i still have lemon flavored cough drops that i bought with you
and they are the sweetest things i can put in my mouth
since you disappeared
it’s hard to hate you but it’s goddamned hard to love you