it’s kind of wild how you meet people and then like a month passes and they’re your friends. literally how did that happen. i feel like i’ve known you forever but there was a time where you had to ask me my name
little miss who’s losing herself again lately but acts like she doesn’t care because she thinks she’s healed already when in fact she’s just distracted and too busy to cry her heart out
this might come as a shock to some of you but saying “i’m not informed enough on this particular topic to have an opinion” is about 100 times more respectable than being misinformed
you know what truly disgusts me… being able to feel my own heartbeat. it’s bad. don’t need to actively know what’s going on in there. don’t need to feel that. it’s not any of my business