I Remember When I Moved My Sister Into Her Dorm She Had A Roommate Who Was Blaring Lemon Boy By Cavetown

depression makes everything feel so grey. the color has been sucked out of me & my world.

i will never be okay again. i can’t imagine a future where i’m stable and happy. i can never run far enough away from myself.

it was oddly relieving

once it was all said and done

no more heightened emotions

now that you’re gone

why am i so attracted to your imperceptibility?

why does the mystery intrigue me?

darling, what do you think in that head of yours?

do you love me, or hate me?

do i ever even cross your mind??

they have something to say to the homophobes

i don’t think he’s ever been properly loved.

i don’t want to forget

i don’t want to forget you laying between my thighs trying not to cry

i don’t want to forget you caressing my hair as i laid on ur chest in tears

even if it hurts

please don’t let me forget

my darling, where do you go when you disappear?

you don’t love her.

not like you loved me.

do you?

when i get ready i ask myself “do i want to dress casey gardener gay or effy stonem gay today?”