Goddamn you, snacks. Victory is yours again!

gazed into the abyss and got left on read

All of my feelings are valid, but it's fear I trust the most.

bitch, shut up. ~me to my brain.

You are extremely ultra lovable. That’s just truth, not arrogance

nobody complicates you like i do.

Seducing you all with my silence.

the shits we post

welcome, be my stranger.

I came for the attention; I stay for the laughs.

everything i do, will do it for money.

carbs are like that naughty friend who calls after you’ve gotten your life together

Stuck in the middle, I forgot the beginning and didn’t foresee the end.

Should I hold on or let go, I never know what to do with my hands.

gettin' to know each other, let's not.

him : i like you. me : it will be the saddest truth of your life.

I want to wake up in a different reality.

I don’t rush my pain anymore. I let it finish its sentence.

my respon to everything: no.

no worries, all the bs thing in me still full tank.

the only type of bulshit that you have to deal with is.. ...me.

don't date anyone. waste your crush on me.

we're just two addicts sharing the same poison. but only one of us overdosed.

I give a fuck 3 days a week. You need to find that opening.

taste my truth, pinocchio.

Music is what feelings sound like

People often underestimate my ability to be content alone.

You may believe I want something from you, my advice would be to get over yourself.

Finally, I raised my voice to a whisper and said “No.”

What should you bring to the Bluesky meet up?

I’m surprised I lived long enough to attend the burial of my sanity.

Since they refuse to equitably share the wealth, maybe we should share some poverty.

As one would expect, I found mediocrity without having searched for it.

My heart will go on…and on…with itself.

Being right all the time is exhausting. No surprise, no drama. Just me and my endless, boring accuracy.

I don't like their voice, so I'm not listening anymore.

him: tell me the love is enough. me: sadly, it's money for me.

You like playing with their feelings, while I play with words. We're not the same.

The year of letting go.

Sure, breakups hurt. But have you ever heard yourself “wooooo” in a video you took at a concert?

Nobody is normal here, neither on main nor alt

i can handle the addiction well but you.

love you to the hell don't come back.

you. (n). the infinite crush.

i’d write you poetry, but it would turn into a grocery list halfway through.

It can’t possibly get worse today, right? Right? RIGHT?!

Im in a good mood. Please forgive me.

my meh mood is serving harder day by day. tsk.

keep on going, and I'll show you what all that howling's for

stab me right and i'm yours.