Sometimes I Just Feel This Crumbled Up Piece Of Paper In My Stomach And It Wont Go Away And Instead My

walking my turtle

“do you want to talk about it?”

no, i want to kill myself because of it.

i think the hardest part is knowing that i'm temporary in someone else's life. in everyone's life. i feel like i spend a second in their life, make a small splash, then i drown in the water, and make zero impact when i crash. i'm simply a phase, a trend that will die, a cloud that passed through the day, a bug that lives two weeks, something that can't be forever. i can't be forever in someone's life. i know i can't. i just pass through them and even when their life flashes before their eyes, they probably won't remember me because there is nothing worth remembering. i am just a gust of wind, i'll flow with the wind and return to the sea

I feel like im stuck at 15 forever and ill be 25 and thinking about the fact my brain stopped thinking at 15

do you ever sit there in your bed with your head in your hands and it's like you can just imagine 9 swords behind you

I want to eat love and spit out the root (the arteries hidden under your flesh) and I want to drink so much of your blood that it cannot be differentiated from mine until we become one; time and memory will unfold and entangle in an entirely new way and our changeless stardust will explore and melt the milky way after we burn

sometimes the tragedy of distance is very simple. i want to get groceries with you

oh and i hurt. i hurt everyday and every i ever said to you feels like a lie and a part of me dies because i feel like a fool for being vulnerable. i wish i never opened myself up and showed you how the blood in my body flowed

this white guy in our neighborhood's HOA is trying to dissolve it because nearly all the members are indian including the president. but our neighborhood's 90% all indians so ... is it not accurate