But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.
I find it interesting how society doesn’t care when the media sexualizes women, when men sexualize women, or when school and the government sexualize women. But the second a woman is in control, and sexualizes herself willingly, it’s wrong and disgusting.
i don’t have plans for tonight or the rest of my life if anyone wants to have a drink or get married
As upset and as angry as I am, I still miss you.
Do you know how fucking pathetic that makes me feel?
I think of happy
when I think of you.
So wherever you are,
I hope you’re happy.
I really do.
I hope the stars are kissing
your cheeks tonight.
I hope you finally found a way
to quit smoking.
I hope your lungs are open
and breathing this life.
I hope there’s a kite in your hand
that’s flying all the way up to Orion,
and you’ve still got a thousand yards of string to let out.
I hope you’re smiling
like God is pulling at the corners
of your mouth.
Cause I might be naked and lonely,
shaking branches for bones,
but I’m still timezones away from who I was the day before we met.
You were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat.
And I wish you were here.
I wish you’d never left.
I wish you well.
I wish you my very, very best.
It doesn’t cost a damn thing.
Sprinkle that shit everywhere.