These are the hours I need someone most. It's in these hours I have so many thoughts and emotions that I need to get out. It's in these hours I'm the most alone.
Shout out to Good Ghost Bill for writing the best bipolar poems and always fucking up my shit
Monday morning comes and you have to smile and act like you didn’t try to kill yourself that weekend.
I am one of those people.
people who can dry swallow pills are not to be messed with, they will hurt you in the end
From the moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were the one.
Actually, it's your spirit re-entering your body after having traveled elsewhere.
did you know when you suddenly jerk awake while falling asleep, another version of you from a different timeline just died
I know one person who would appreciate this as much as I do.
Hopeless romantic. Realist. Indecisive. Oh, and hella gay.
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