I Haven’t Even Met U And I Already Feel Abused

kak para pladochetiy

I am a ghost

I find it poetic that, all though my teeth are perfectly straight, my jaw is crooked.

let songs and fashion banalize words

whole foods employee catches me stealing valuable artichoke water and tries to apprehend me but i quickly jump through one of his gauges and escape

I want to be a dandelion

It hurts again. It feels like the curdling blue wringing in my insides, shriveling them, making them sharp and condensed and fighting against itself to collapse. It feels like I’m on aderall, I’m not on aderall. I can’t go back to what I love because the memories are too painful. You’ve ruined everything just by existing, it’s not your fault, I can’t have what I want. I want to be free and bewildered. I miss being well. I miss my hard shell.