quasi-angsty and counter cultural



the sun is eating the belly of the sky and if you hadnt spit all those pills out last august you wouldnt be here to see it

you are only five foot two but every time you stand up straight I swear you can break mountains with your spine

the day you stained the bathroom red you lay there waiting for the ceiling fan to stop

you told yourself that if you lived you’d do things differently

now you are almost eighteen and you still haven’t bought a plot at the cemetery


Isnt it amazing how beautiful people are. Like just look at anyone and study them and their features and how their lips tort and eyes glisten and how their hair falls or sticks or lays. How their eyebrows flex and the way their arms fold, how expressive their hands are. The way their body moves and how their chest rises and falls so subtley with their pulse. People are beautiful even if we dont find them attractive. The fact that they’re a living being is unbelievably magnificent.