this is basically how we communicate on this website
people should come with disclaimers so if theyre terrible people i can know beforehand & not talk to them
my life is just a collection of poorly made decisions with alternative music playing in the background
i hate when people ask “who you tryna look good for?!” bitch myself bye
You heard me cry and the sound drew you in.
My tears wash against your feet, but you persist.
“I’m not worth it; I’m not worth it,” I keep on saying.
“But you are. Of course, you are,” you insist.
You gather me in your arms, your hands on my back;
You sing to…