do not fall in love with people like me.
i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
“i don’t remember the last time i felt like i could breathe theres a fucking hole in my chest where my lungs and heart should be i have this constant feeling that I’m bursting into flames and then the wind storms in and scatters my ashes over and over how is it possible i can feel everything and nothing at once am i dead inside or in love with the world i don’t know what to do or who i am i don’t know anything anymore all i know is i don’t have much time left and I’m fading away why doesn’t anyone notice I’m going insane I’m not okay nothing is okay everything is going wrong and i can’t breathe i can’t breathe i can’t breathe”
*shows up at ur door 10 years after we had an argument* aND ANOTHER THING
Disliking someone who is black does not make you racist
Disliking someone because they are black makes you racist
Disliking someone who is gay does not make you homophobic
Disliking someone because they are gay makes you homophobic
Disliking someone who is a woman does not make you sexist
Disliking someone because they are a woman makes you sexist
EVERYONE NEEDS TO SEE THIS
I will never stop losing my breath every time I see you looking back at me.
i’m not kidding the worst sound ever is the crack in the voice of a person who is about to cry