I hate when people ask me “Why don’t you just text him and find out what’s going on?”
I don’t need him to tell me he doesn’t care anymore. I already know.
— Midnight thoughts (i don’t want to hear you say it)
You had this expression on your face, like you weren’t quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth.
my insides enlist one thousand swarming insects…
(from a poem I wrote, found here)