I want to give you the world. And then go out and find a couple more to bring to you.
All my good writings were done when I was extremely upset about something. The writing is so raw that every time I read them the feelings echo through me and my heart aches; reminiscent of what I once went through. I don’t have a single writing mirroring a happy time in my life. Probably because I’ve nevet been so overwhelmed with happiness that I wanted to document my feelings.
One time. This girl was nearly getting alcohol poison (still to this day no ones really sure what happened) and she would only stop vomitting to either fall asleep for a second or drink water. The few seconds she did stay awake i tried feeding her cheerios and while she was literally eating them out of my hand she stopped to tell me that I was really beautiful and thats the most genuine compliment I’ve ever gotten in my life, it still makes me blush.
remember when you put your glasses on for the first time and you realized you could see leaves on trees
how many fucking people on this website wear glasses jfc
it’s always the leaves oh my god
it was streetlights for me
Rocks on the ground for me.
Trees on the mountains.
I was really excited to find out that grass is made of individual pieces.
People have faces.
I like ugly.
How I feel when anyone tells me anything I have/like/want is ugly.