Love Isn’t Missed Calls And Sore Wrists

Can’t complain about being shot when you’re the one who pulled the trigger

i vividly remember the first time i listened to it. it was in sixth, or seventh grade and i was browsing youtube looking for music to fall asleep to, and i found a 3 hour loop of gymnopédie no. 1 with rain in the background and i fell asleep to it for months. when i first listened to it, it was like i was removed from my body, and put into the music. i felt so fluid, nothing existed outside of my headphones and the piano. it brought me peace in the most violent years of my life,and i cannot tell you how deeply i needed the sanctuary this song provided me. gymnopédie no. 1 will forever hold such a sacred place in my heart

anyway no one fucks with gymnopédie no. 1 like i do

I want my hair played with so bad bro it’s literally a wanting from within

posting on tumblr is like yapping into the void except the void is filled with ship posts of grown men

I’LL MISS THE COMFORT OF THE WORLD OF MY MOTHER AND THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD / LOVE MUST BE FORGOTTEN LIFE CAN ALWAYS START UP ANEW

RAGGHGHHGGGHBBHHHHH

am i too much or not enough? because i feel like i only ever seem to be one of the two.

i feel like i’m subpar in everything in every way; and i know that almost every person on this damned earth feels the same,

but i can’t seem to shake the feeling—or belief rather—that at the end of everything there’s nothing.

at the end of everything all i have is me. and i guess that’s a reality i have to accept. it is true for everyone that we only have ourselves at the end of the day, but i’m so scared that no matter what i'll always end up alone

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Does anyone else feel like they can’t have a conversation without making the person uncomfortable at some point because you lowkey make everything sad