i was labelling stuff today and this lady scoffed at me and i was like hi and she was like writing with ur left hand is immoral. its 2014 and someone actually said that to my face
I’m still hidden in the deepest abyss.
Nobody knows for sure if I even exist.
i fall deeply in love with my friends
if i consider you among the lucky few, please know that i would lie down my life for you. i would die trying to save you and you mean more to me than my own heartbeat. i could wrote love poem after love poem about your brilliance and never grow tired of your presence.
and people wonder why i’m so selective with those that I call my friends.
(it’s because you are far, far more)