everything inside me feels like it’s falling forward and i don’t know what this feeling is but i like it.
"too vague" writes my English teacher on my essay
kind of like the instructions you gave us you piece of shit
I love how we’ve all slowly grown up to be replicas of the antagonists in the TV shows we watched:
And of course, Moseby
I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people