if you love me you will read.

finished my last final exam for college ever and loaded the car for the first trip of taking things home. T_T

miguu:

she asked,
‘you are in love,
what does love look like’
to which i replied,
‘like everything i’ve ever lost
come back to me’

If I just had the chance to meet you, for the first time, all over again, I think I could get it right.

one more final exam left to my college career!

there are marks on my skin
from where the clothes are too tight
now.
there are marks on my skin
from where the razor came too close
then.
there are marks on my skin
from where the needles pulsed the ink
in.
there are marks on my skin
from where the pavement scraped
it.
there are marks on my skin
from where the blisters burst and
bled.
there are marks on my skin
that simply haven’t happened
yet.

and there will always be marks.
you will be a mark on me
always.

onabedoflace:

sexicancore:

ouan:

mintmeow:

i’ve got 99 problems and being a decaying organism that’s born to die in a society run by money that i can’t escape is one of them 

do you need a hug

i think we all need a hug

i think we need the doctor.

this is what i think about every single daayyyy

I write sad. Even when I am happy I write sad. I am using sad as an adjective to describe what I write, not me. I write sad = the things that I write are sad. You thought at first that I meant that I write sad = the way that I feel is sad when I write. Now that I have explained it to you, you will have a better understanding. Sad is what I am tapped into. I am simply the faucet. I am not Sad itself but I am close to Sad always. I am attached. And Sad flows through me. It is not me, it flows through. Sometimes I am both sad and the thing through which Sad flows. Sometimes I am not sad but still the thing through which Sad flows. That is another way of saying what I said at the beginning. Do you understand, now that I have explained it to you? Do you feel better?