I keep finding money in every crook and cranny, as though my thought of "I don't need to eat, I don't have money" is just an excuse to ruin myself further.
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Not broken.
Shattered.
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I like the idea of something that can give you those feelings all the time. I want something like that, and when I look at him, I think: there he is.
(inspired by All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven)
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I wonder when is my built-in ending.
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Fear: lightning and thunder
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This rush; this giddy adrenaline that sets my heart racing and sending my brain into overdrive, is this what I've been looking for?
(I screenshot-ed a supposedly private snapchat. Fuck but I'm still giggling)
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I infatuate so rarely but when I do, I give my all. There's no half-hearted attempts, no doubts. Just brazen actions and shameless thoughts.
But they never last for long.
