the worst part about depression that’s on again off again is that you can never tell if you’re making progress and actually feeling better or if you just had a couple of good days and the second something goes wrong you’ll be right back where you started.
my hands slide up from your chest to stroke the nape of your neck
they make their way towards your face, I gently cup your cheeks
I twist your head and snap your neck because I cannot stand you
if you ever think English is not a shit language just remember that read and lead rhyme and read and lead rhyme, but read and lead don’t rhyme, and neither do read and lead.
This post fucked me up.
I’m home alone with the tv repair man
Im no fool, there is only two possible outcomes of this scenario
porn or murderApparently there was an unforeseen third outcome where he fixes the tv and then leaves
my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they’re like wow your friend is hot is she single