on growing up.


but then,
my friends turned into strangers,
& enemies to friends,
substance became safety,
& my means turned into ends.

if there’s a better way of living,
i guess i haven’t found it yet.
& if there’re better words to say it,
then i guess they’re still unsaid.

I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.



Notes — stop clenching your teeth; don’t ask people questions they can’t say ‘no’ to; stop resenting those who remind you that you’re wrong sometimes; remove ‘this is probably stupid…’ from your vocabulary; go to bed early, wake up early; look people in the eye; fucking up is inevitable, forgive yourself.

I love this omg


wish i was witty and cute but instead im sarcastic and annoying

I can’t fucking share someone, god dammit I’m one selfish person. I want one person all to my self, their laughs and tears, I want to be the first person they tell when something happens, good and bad, I want to piss them off at 2pm, make up for it at 6pm, and to save them at 2am. I need some one all to my self or not at all.