Imagine Person A singing “You are my sunshine” as Person B slowly dies in their arms
what THE FUCK
I DIDN’T FUCKING NEED THAT RIGHT NOW
imagine if person b sung it to comfort person a
YOU’RE NOT HELPING.
"My hands are covered in dead skin.”
“when we were younger
we read books on how
to talk to ghosts
but now that we
all we have to do
is look into each other’s eyes.”
"Nobody seems to understand my need to get out of this suburb that I’ve grown up in. I need to escape all of it, the fake people and their fake smiles. I want my own life. I want to move to a big city full of interesting people and just simply live, but everyone takes my dream as a joke and I’m sick of it."
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that I love you, but I know
how to say that I want to plant
seeds in the wrinkles around
your eyes that you get when
you smile and I know that I
want to be around long enough
to see each seed bloom.
“I’m in love with someone who is perfect for me. I don’t talk about myself much, but every time I tell about something I do, I find he is the same. We are exactly right for eachother, or at least I think so. We are just both too quiet to ask each other.”
“I don’t understand my emotions lately. I can’t sleep when I try to and lay awake for hours thinking about death, my own death. Because I don’t understand it. I hope that I die in my sleep, but when I’m old, not NOW. I feel asleep but I’m awake. Thinking about how it’ll happen for me until it scares me and I’ll randomly start whispering “I don’t want it to happen” really fast over and over. ”