I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.
wrong is spelled wrong when it is spelled right
this post fucked me up
i want to write the kind of short stories you read in english class that are on this weird level of surrealism that they still haunt you years down the road
"they’re just a character"
gently takes your hand
leads you outside
lets go of your hand
goes back inside
locks the door
mouths “fuck you” from the window