maybe im destined to a life of mediocrity and half truths and lollipops covered in ants and overcooked pasta and dried out pens and torn sketchbooks with everyones name on them but mine
sometimes while im sitting on my balcony at dusk overlooking my tiny hill-station city eating my bright blue bubblegum flavored ice cream i cant help but think that no matter how many boys break my heart ill always have moments like these
being an insomniac is actually so silly goofy hehe bcuz i be up at 4 am going through the five stages of grief then later thinking about how i want to lick my failed situationships his abs