i think that everyone has scars
maybe not on their wrists or their inner thighs or on their knees
on their hearts, souls, and between the cracks and crevices of the little universes they’ve created inside of themselves

today, i missed you. i guess i miss you everyday. but today, when i was sitting there looking at them, looking at her, i realised that its over and i was thinking about you. and my heart was beating so hard agains my chest and all i felt was empty. i miss you. i miss you. i was crying myself to sleep.

if u listen closely u can hear no one giving a shit about u

not texting back is only okay when i do it

I want my eyelashes to be as black as my soul and as long as the list of people I hate.

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