"If you have the person you really want. You are one lucky fucker"
I’m a teenager why does my back hurt I’m not 70 years old
*Mom voice* it’s that damn computer again
"people say they like you, they make you feel like you’re actually worth it and that you’re special. Then one day it’s like you’re nothing to them. Just one day it’s as if all those memories you shared didn’t matter and nothing exists between you anymore. They just cut you out of their life with no explanation"
"Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable."
I want to run away from life
What am I supposed to do without you?
You’re everywhere. I never would have thought that I would get so attached to you. I can’t go certain places. Eat certain things. Watch one of my favorite shows because the character has the same name as you. I can’t do anything I love because it all reminds me of you. I’m torn up about this.
My mother warned me about cigarettes that could cause cancer
But she never told me that self-hatred can grow faster than any tumour ever could
My father warned me that I should never stop thinking
But he never told me that overthinking would kill my happiness
My sister warned me about other people who might make hurtful comments about me
But she never told me that instead of hearing someone else’s voice, I’d hear my own
My brother warned me about drugs in baggies sold on the street,
But he never told me about the ones that people put in your glass when you’re not looking
My grandmother warned me about the devil with his tail and red horns
But she never told me about his angelic smile and dark, ocean blue eyes
My grandfather warned me about booze that could kill
But he never told me that if you drink enough alcohol, it tastes like love
My cousin warned me that I should love my virginity to a guy I love
But she never told me he should love me, too
My aunt warned me that if I kept eating that much, I might vomit
But she never told me that even without eating anything, you can hang over the toilet and puke
My baby sitter warned me that a boy could break my heart
But she never told me that if I made him mad, he’d also break my arm and nose
My teacher warned me about dangerous men with knives that could cut my throat
But she never told me that I didn’t need these men to cut my skin
They all warned me that I shouldn’t do dangerous things that could kill me
But I never had the chance to ask them if slitting both of my wrists vertically
And taking thirty-eight aspirins, was one of these dangerous things
"I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’"