In the places you go, you’ll see the place where you’re from,
and in the faces you meet, you’ll see the place where you’ll die.
On the day that you die, you’ll see the people you’ve met,
And in the faces you see, you’ll see just who you’ve been.
I need feedback and who likes this?
or off anon i mean i’m open to any message at all
I’m always tired.
I’m always at least half asleep.
Blemish and state how I don’t feel great now.
I don’t hang out in her hair.
I don’t wonder if she cares.
I lay awake now, I entertain my plans
To one day miraculously be talkative and likable,
To wake up as someone else, someone I know is inside of me,
Just waiting to be put to use by something much more sharp than us.
They pry out every fucking piece and still they’re coming around again.
joyce manor gets me man