I had stopped reading for a few months. I noticed myself starting to fold up, my lungs caving down into the pit of my stomach retaining no air - I was gasping. My brain feeling this constant heavy fog that felt so real that when I focused hard enough I could feel gravel. I woke up thinking of nothing more than what was on tv, what was for dinner, how much work had to be done - I had lost myself. Today I picked up a book, and found myself within the writing.
It’s not right to hate on anyone because of their sexuality guys, please stop.
this is the dumbest thing
I’m still learning
how to just
do you ever just want to gently place your hands on someones cheeks and hold their head there in your hands and looking into their eyes and then violently jerk their head on a right angle and snap their neck
Well, that took an unexpected turn.
so did their neck
So are they