Awe Hey Im Okay I Just Died From Cramps

i think that in the world there are little birds.

These little birds are delicate and must be held gently so as not to damage their soft bones.

it is a good thing to be alive in a world with little birds. Little birds i could hold, and give a little kiss.

happiness kind of feels like an effervescent state of being that is endlessly removed from me

i still have hope though I suppose

rain has tap tapped on my window

so i left it ajar so it could join me in my sleep

whisps of cool air were good company for my dreams.

i felt bad about this acc then i read my own post and laughed so nvm it’s amazing

i am atrocious with people

so truly bad at it.

Because I can be the smoothest motherfucker around- IF i don’t really care about the people’s opinions.

As soon as I start to actually like the person and look for approval. That’s when things go to shit. I start worrying about everything.

I’ve been advised that just “going for it” is the best approach. I am going to do that in spite of my incredibly and inexorable chaotically fearful habits.

hhh wish me luck.

dozing off inside a summer’s sunny world is heaven.

it makes me wonder why fall is my favourite season.

maybe it’s melancholy feels familiar

and the summer feels too good

Maybe i’m afraid of goodbyes

and in love with things i am afraid of?

if i were a better man i would say i am simply afraid of things becoming too good,

but a part of me knows

that autumn isn’t about the melancholy

it’s about healing from it.

a glass phoenix that explodes and turns into sand when it dies

wait actually rb this and name as many mutuals off the top of your head as you can in the tags i’m interested

oh…

what a horrible thing it is, to be hated by the people supposed to love you.

i sad