i’ve got so many thoughtful, intelligent, meaningful words to say but i feel reduced to the first thing that falls out of my lips or the desperate nonsense i push out when i get anxious
get your fucking priorities straight. for the love of god. please.
if the sun isn’t shining the way you need, go back to bed and if i just don’t seem to cut it anymore, you can let me fade away.
baby, i never said i was a stone and you love a stone
take from me what you you’ll never replace
In the morning, feeling half right. It was more than just one day, I feel alright.