its okay if you thought you were over it but it hits you all over again, its okay to fall apart even after you thought you had it all under control, you are not weak, healing is messy, theres no timeline for healing.
i hate small talk, i wanna talk about science
death
aliens
space
the meaning of life
the lies you’ve told
your flaws
your childhood
your insecurities
your fears
i like people with depth who speak with emotion from a twisted mind
i don’t wanna know “whats up”