Every Gift I’ve Given Was Left To Wilt. My Love, My Time, My Trust. I Wish The Flowers I Put In Your

do you ever realize that you have gone weeks without saying a word to anyone?

after you start talking it’s like everything is suddenly breathing again.

although sometimes i wonder

do i even remember how to speak?

i have a crush on a girl, and like- im stupid. so that’s a struggle

thank you and i love you for being safe.

wow whoever said that is a really cool poetic person i am impressed

blue’s dreaming of airplanes,

try not to speak too loud.

I am split in half like a horizon

Eyelids flickering- waiting for the sunrise.

turn down for what!? *brain aneurism*!

ah to be famous.

to leave my home to watch people pour out of their own houses and follow behind me.

To be the leader of a procession of my fans, all moving in sync.

None of them smile. They follow along behind me eyes unnaturally wide. People ahead join our procession regardless of if they know me or not. Some try to run away screaming. No one gets very far.

Ah fame. The best way to summon an army... an army who’s purpose is unknown. All we bring is chaos.

one day you’ll find me

strumming my guitar by the sound of the ocean,

warmth of family and friends around me

who knows

the queen is dead

sometimes the sun is so beautiful i want to just look at it for hours but then i also want to play minecraft so usually i end up playing minecraft