Exchanging shouts with my best friend in a dumb petty fight,
drinking a cortado at 10 pm.
I checked your instagram and noticed you posted all the photos I said were my favorite ones you took.
I don’t know why I’m still thinking of you when I clearly haven’t crossed your mind since forever.
That’s okay though, I feel alive today for the first time in a long time
and I’m rereading that book we talked about
here’s to you
You’re the sun, you’ve never seen the night
But you hear its song from the morning birds
Well, I’m not the moon, I’m not even a star
But awake at night I’ll be singing to the birds
you feel comforting
and I wonder if I’ll make it out alive this time.
i’ve always loved these otherwise normal-sized windows that look magnified because of the squeezed-in staircase near them; i love the complete chaos of proportions, and i love that college tucked this chaos away at the very back of the campus
one thing about me is I’ll follow all the accounts
I feel like I’m in that sweet spot between being healed and mindful, and being completely unhinged and severely mentally ill
and I pull it off pretty well