Bitches Love My Lifeless Dead Eyes

well-

hi little bi people on my phone ilysm

fake ass idgafer. I saw you gazing off into the distance like you were looking at something far away, something no one else could see but you

its from a post. you wouldnt get it

the only way out is through the only way out is through the only way out is through the only way out is through the only way out is through the only way out is through the only way out is through the only way out is through the only way out is through the only way out is through the only way out is through the only way out is through the only

I torture myself with my own thoughts.

there’s a misconception that grief only happens when we lose people. this is not true. we can grieve circumstances, relationships, missed opportunities. in fact, sometimes when you find yourself plagued with waves of emotion from sadness to melancholy you may be grieving yourself. the version of yourself that you might have been if things had been different, or if only you had said something, or if someone had stood up for you.

the number of hours we have together is not so large btw. you can linger in the doorway uncomfortably if you want idk. you can forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it if you even care

how can i be so delusional but so logical at the same time. duality.