If you’re still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun.

if i look back, i am lost
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If you’re still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun.
You can't help who you fall for
“May we stop seeing ourselves through the eyes of people that never saw us.”
— Dr Thema
And though I can't recall your face
I still got love for you
Arctic Monkeys // Sylvia Plath
Are you academic validation? Cause I can't get enough of you (academic validation girlie rizz)
"Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe."
– Andrea Gibson
I persist and resist the temptation to ask you
If one thing had been different
Would everything be different today?
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If we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine.
Remember when you said this was the last time?
Remember when you said this was the last time?
Janet Fitch, from White Oleander
Never so weary, never so in woe, bedabbled with dew and torn with briars, from Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream by Arthur Rackham (1908)
the masculine urge
the feminine urge
the human urge to yearn for the existence of dragons
If we're gonna do anything we might as well just fuck
(La la la la la la la la) You say that I’m messing with your head Boy, I like messing in your bed (La la la la la la la la) Yeah, I am messing with your head When I’m messing with you in bed