judging a bullet by its casing.
you kissed me
with lips soaked in promises.
so brave and quiet, forgot I was suffering.
I do not fear death no more, I welcome it with open arms.
kiss me, and you’ll see how important I am.
I am a collection of dismantled almosts.
I’m alive, when your fingers are.
I knew it wasn’t important, but it made me sad anyway.
it was probably nothing but it felt like the world to me.
but I just want to hate you; because if I hate you, then you wouldn’t be able to break my heart.
what difference does it make
this town will drag u down
i don’t want a lover, i just want to be charmed
buddha, give me the patience to deal with people today and go through today with minimal effort plssss
by your side, is such a heavenly way to die.