yo my followers are straight up introverts, hit a nigga up in my inbox
But if you touch me, I sue.
Anonymous said: it's hard being a conglomeration of useless atoms living in a world that is just another conglomerate of useless atoms held together by gravity
deep as fuckkkk
This is the chemical formula for love:
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.
It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.
Let that sink in.”
I talked you the day before
I asked if anything was wrong
Responded back “Yeah of course”
Should’ve pegged that you were lying
Thought nothing of it and spouted slurs at each other and then come to find that the next day you died.
Doused in denial I cried that your promise to me was a lie, that’d you watch my steps and you’d be at the top when I started to learn to fly. I guess it wasn’t until I thought about it that your promise was my reprise, to be repeated until my days ran dry, to push me to finally try. But why, fucking why, did you have to die? why did you leave?
Why couldn’t you stay? Heaven seems like a cage now that you’re inside. But wherever you are, I just want you to know that you inflamed my soul, to do so much more. From tears to steam to my own beliefs, my purpose, my dream. You’re the founder of my everything. Wherever you are, I hope that its serene. I hope that it was everything you believed.
goddamn it fuck you. You detached me from your soul so why can’t I do the same?
get the hell out of me. fuck the intrusions, get the hell away from me.