constants aren’t so constant anymore
the constants aren’t so constant anymoretwo days i wait forcalls to come thoughtonight for me translates to yesterday to you
the world still spins
i wanted more than anything tocarve a space for myself in yourworld, a sanctuary to rest my heartand warm yours. instead, youcarved a dark and lonely landhollowed out inside my chest,leaving me in fear that the worldwould no longer turn.
what anxiety feels like
It’s like being so stressed that you’re calm, or so calm that you’re stressed.
when misery laughs in my face and convinces me it was a good joke
thorns softenstems breakflowers burna garden bed suffocatesyour ashes i will no longer take