sleep is for the weak? then I guess i’m a little baby bro. yeah I guess i’m a little sleepy little guy. a little snoozer. I guess i’m a little goo goo ga ga ass bitch then dude
She has an unusual inner kindness, a kind of empathy that makes her love stray cats and stray people. She loves where others cannot. I pray it does not destroy her.
Into the hazards of awkward pauses and words wrongly used, while keeping our feelings tender and raw, like the titles of the playlist unrequited love would make if she was a person.
There are so many things you could say about others, conclusions of your own judgement, but there are invisible threads hanging around people's stories, countless rivers that have flown into their oceans of feelings. You never know the whole story, so be kind. Please, be kind.