writing is safer, somehow because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do, and words get stuck in throats, not fingertips, can’t stumble on paper trails of blue lines because writing is definite and clear and no one can tell if i am crying or laughing through written words alone
I’m so detached and distant and cold at times, but I swear if you spark my interest, I can become so clingy and you’ll become so important to me and I will put so much of my time and effort towards you. But then you’ll get tired of me.
do you ever do that thing in class where you notice you’ve stopped paying attention so you try to focus but then you’re focused so hard on trying to focus that you’re still not paying attention to what they’re saying
or you focus back in and have no idea what the fuck is going on so you space back out again
my dad is converting our old VHS tapes into DVDs and he came across one that said “RELIGION” in all caps in MY handwriting from when I was like 8. so he put it in and it’s the powerpuff girls i can’t breathe i
i really wish i could date a famous person cause i would literally live for all the hate i would get, i would go on twitter just to read the hate while holding a glass of red wine in my other hand laughing
does anyone else find it immensely comforting to have someone touching you? not like poking or tickling you or like sexually just feeling some other person being beside you and like your elbows or legs or something are touching and you’re like oh this person is alive too