In the real world, our sorting ceremony doesn’t happen once but over and over again.
Baby it’s a metaphor and I’m metaphorically meaning that I could never get you with your guard down.
‘Going on a diet’ is exactly why going on a diet fails.
He is a forest. So calm, so serene.
but if train A has stopped writing love poems and train B is still sending drunk texts, when do the they meet?
“I was basically the perfect candidate for DBT even though my actual diagnosis was only depression with a bit of an eating disorder. (I say “only” and “a bit” like this wasn’t absolutely ruining my life. I was going to die. LOL.)”
Choices don’t linger forever.
I miss your presence. Just you being you. A hand on my back, lips on my neck. A smile in my eye line.
We are like stars—there’s a chance we might burn out. There’s a chance the universe knows our destiny, knows we’re meant to fade before the light years even reach us.
I got cocky with that fifth sheet of toilet paper, didn’t I.