i just need a quiet place where i can scream how i love you.

flowers on my corpse, let's watch them bloom.

i see you shiver with antici—

child-like mother and a motherly child. child like her mother, like mother like child.

please guide him to your kingdom, lord. he may not deserve it... but maybe he'll make a better angel than he was a man.

say my name like a slur, but i’ve been called worse.

you said as long as i live you'll be with me forever. i miss you, dad. i miss you until i close my eyes.

i think you know how to love better than all of us. it's why you find it all so... painful.

you can only blame your problems on the world for so long before it all becomes the same old song.

before i was just a sailor, a little boat down the sink. she made me turn my head and think to myself, "perhaps it's worth i learnt to swim."

let me be your freakshow, i could be your favorite monster.

the people who were supposed to protect you turned out to be monsters and almost killed you. / .. the sun needs to come out again.

she's singing, "baby, come home," in a melody of tears, while the rhythm of the rain keeps time.

let me serve it on a plate so you can break it.

i want to be a girl in all the normal ways, pose for a photograph, put on a pretty face.

the more you reassure, the less i trust.

i'd try to see the glass as half-full, but i'd probably just drink that too.

a cross to my shoulder, a jab to my chest; a kick to my ego, a lack of defense.

there's a good man within you, arthur, but he is wrestling with a 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵. and the giant wins, time and again.

come on barbie, let's go party!

took a lot of pills in my car, now i can't sleep, thinkin' 'bout ways that you'll never love me.

i love you. i'm glad i exist.

do you love me? yes, no, maybe.

you are lost but not forgotten, oh my darling clementine.

it was you, it was always supposed to be you.

fresh oranges. summer rains. fall sunsets. hibiscus tea. clementines.

rag doll, livin' in a movie.

he’s such a bad person. god i want him.

i hear your heart beating under the floorboards, the rhythm is a gospel to me.

my mother used to enjoy it .. i don't have many memories of it.

take my anxiety, and my sobriety, i'll kill two birds with one stone-r.

she's got the touch of an anesthesiologist, please put me under.

behold the depths of depravity and decay.

heaven's not waiting for a man like me.

i wanna scream 'i love you' from the top of my lungs, but i'm afraid that someone else will hear me.

here's what they don't tell you: icarus laughed as he fell.

tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds.

i feel like i'm the worst so i always act like i'm the best.

it's harder when the weather never changes.

maybe i carry more of my dad than i thought. maybe the small voice in my head that's always crying is just him as a boy.

you who i called brother, how could you have come to hate me so?

it's harder when the weather never changes.

i only wrote this down to make you press rewind, and send a message: i am young and a menace.

he’s such a bad person. god i want him.

oh, your time is comin' fast, and the ferryman only deals in cash.

so, call me amadeus; god made me famous, 'cause i'm his favorite.

a broken clock's right twice a day, but mine spins in reverse.

hurt and grieve, but don't suffer alone; engage with the pain as a motive.

i've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim, i just wanna be the one you love.

i'm not a good person, i'm barely a person at all, but, someday, i'll be perfect, and i'll make up for it all.