“the world is ending and all i can think about is why i keep chasing love when it has given up on me long ago the world is ending and all i can think about is whether or not i’ll fall in love and whether or not he will be a gentle man with a soft smile and kind eyes the world is ending and all i can think about is whether or not this emptiness will ever be filled with love from someone again”
— a.k. | crappy poetry written in sweatpants




























