I will find someone who is not you and i will touch him with my eyes and with my teeth and i will hold him till he no longer loves me
I want to take pictures of boys sleeping
What if god lives in all the things I’ve thrown away
no one should have to use drugs to FEEL THE WAY A NORMAL HUMAN IS SUPPOSED TO FEEL THAT MEANS SOMETHING HAS GONE REALLY WRONG ALONG THE WAY DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND
Ever catch yourself thinking “I wish I could find a way to make myself feel normal without the use of drugs” or “Things are gonna change around here,” or “There aren’t enough easy ways out” (of whatever)?
I’m naive. And I realize there are many things I won’t understand and feelings I can’t convey until god knows when so I’m not tryna trick myself into being bigger than I am anymore. I’m being completely honest from here on out. Right?
I thought earlier, “it’s strange to say things that are actually true.”
I’m going to die in a car crash if I’m not careful.
Maybe alt lit will be my way back into real lit. Maybe the stress that comes from disorder will lead to order in the end. Maybe the idea of graduating college and therefore being able to do anything isn’t so broad and terrifying, maybe the amount of possibility will help me end up doing something I actually care about. Maybe I don’t care about the things I care about. In any case, I got a tumblr close to graduation, so maybe I’m doing something right.