You were so happy dancing in the pool. My feet on your feet, a weightless symphony of silly slow dancing in the blanket of warm water. I was happy too. But I held your torso tight and pressed my face against your chest to cry because it was the moment I realized that I can’t save you from your demons and I so desperately want to cling to every single purely good moment. Something is coming, rumbling in the distance. Nothing this good will last forever, but I will wait for you anyways.
We loved in the purest way at some point but I remember the day I crossed the threshold to the other side. The first time I cursed at you. The first time I wished evil on you. The first time I prayed not for us to be together but for us to never have met. I think right now I’m not even sure if I love or hate you more. I can feel both reverberating in my chest at the same time.
that pharmacies are trying to diagnose every little bit of personal uniqueness as a mental problem with their “medicines” and soon everyone is going to be the same boring person who goes through school, gets a job, and dies working but it’s ok to them because at least no one gives the authorities any problems and we’re all mellowed out on our xanax
Grab the Monet and let’s Gogh
what is this? I like it
It’s called LSD
That comment nearly had me spew coffee all over my keyboard.
So relevant it hurts
"My family is suffocating me with pressure to be a perfect student and daughter." (r.i.d)