an enormous amount of love can turn to hate when unreciprocated

me, facebook

sitting here smiling like an idiot with my eyes half closed

me, coffee shop

what happens when you love someone more than they love themselves?

me, journal

“love, a mass who will stand by”

friend, email

you are loved

dad, text

“maybe love is our religion”

friend, board

are you digging yourself in or out?

me, journal

go bother an actual cat

me, mind

we would rather be preventative than deal with life as it happens

me, journal

the tailoring of comfort

me, mind

anxiety: a layer that lays right under the skin and can rise to the surface whenever the past becomes ‘relevant’

me, journal

is writing in metaphors cowardly?

me, journal

everyone is the fucking same

me, mind

the wall has been cracked

me, mind

cringe cringe cringe

me, mind

the skull is the only real wall. everything else is just your mind

frank ocean, vocal

im good tho = most told lie

me, snapchat

“is there ever a moment where you can think of nothing?”

little girl, vocal

don’t make decisions based on fear

dad, vocal

dragging out the beginning because i'm afraid of the middle

me, board

swallow myself whole

friend, coffee shop

we are passionately over-consumed

stranger, magazine

preference vs. happiness...are they the same?

me, mind

logic vs. emotion. which one wins?

me, journal

it’s because of the emotion that the logic brings pain

me, journal

sometimes there are just those songs that make people wanna stare out of a rainy window looking all sad and pensive

me, coffee shop

entitlement is like an STD. spread through sexual activity. and everything is a sexual activity.

uber driver, vocal

i want eggrolls.

me, board

pet me please.

me, board

sex is a social construction

friend, coffee shop

“desire becomes surrender and surrender becomes power”

jarrod leto, vocal

we expect in order to protect ourselves from being hurt

me, mind

getcha life together girl

friend, coffee shop

my body is a container for other people’s emotions

me, mind

i am a sponge. making myself dirty so that you can be clean.

me, journal

at what point do you become too relatable?

me, board

empathy...a savior? or a demon in disguise?

me, instagram

i will seek out the same fate in an effort to take away some of your pain

me, mind

can you run out of fucks to give?

me, board

what is the sound of a relationship?

me, journal

creativity is the master of consent

me, facebook

the surface of my coffee echoes my writing

me, journal

the people in my dreams speak the same language but without the same rules and regulations

me, mind

the silence of wednesday morning

me, journal

when silence turns to shouting

me, journal

what is the difference between directing sound towards a physical body vs. a non-present one?

me, mind

“feelings are meant to be felt and expressed, not defined.”

friend, text

fuck wit our rights and we bites

me, instagram

mistakes don’t exist

me, mind

you are not that important

dad, vocal

everyone tryna quit something

me, mind

telling someone your favorite frank ocean song is equivalent to giving them the key to your soul

me, mind

“you can never tell what’s a fruit and what's a vegetable”

little sister, vocal

been on a joyride with my ego because she is the only one who can protect me from the wind

me, instagram