You are the first morning thought, the last evening sigh, and every goddamn thing in between.
Other people might look at me, but you see me. That’s where the difference is. You see right down into my soul, and I guess nobody ever did that before.
I want to fall to sleep with you,
and I could care less
whether it is in
layers upon layers
or only our skin–
all I really want is to wake up
where I end and you begin.
If I told you
How many times
I’ve sat alone
On the shower floor,
You’d cry too.
what i learned from school
- im a fucking piece of shit
- everybody else is also a fucking piece of shit
- mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell