green tea actually smacks y’all are sleeping on a queen 👑

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green tea actually smacks y’all are sleeping on a queen 👑
How will I know who you are if I am already in love with who I’ve made you up to be? Will I ever see you clearly? I think one has to know themself first. One must love oneself. And I do, only in the most egotistical ways and none of the ways which would truly benefit me. I am sharper than a knife, I am the smartest person in the room—yet my words always fail me, and in my mind the chorus begins: stupid, stupid, stupid. Why do I speak at all? I suppose that is the effect you have on me. You make me small. I am crushed down, under your thumb, and you don’t even notice. You don’t do it intentionally, and that is somehow far worse. Maybe you’re just a bad person. Maybe I’m just trying to come to terms with knowing you will never love me. I set myself on fire and watch myself burn—do I have your attention now?
—strawberries (excerpt #151)
“She poured another drink
As if vodka was a fast flowing river
She popped another pill
As if it was the only thing to keep her sane
She wanted one thing.
She wanted him
Maybe if she made herself dizzy enough she wouldn’t want him anymore. ”
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And called it "Chops" Because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist.
And he hung it on the bathroom door because he couldn't reach the kitchen.
because this time he didn't think he could make it to the kitchen.
-Perks of being a Wallflower.
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Kill it babe
I surprisingly don’t feel much of anything
euphoria
what was once real turned to a memory like my undying love for you i remember thinking you were the only one for me and that i was in love i told everyone i fell in love with you but i guess i was stupid because love isn’t real it’s just a chemical imbalance telling you that you just wanna fuck funny isn’t it you’ve said i love you to people for years and yet it wasn’t true you’ve said i’ll love you forever when someday forever will be non-existant funny how love is equivalent to so many lies funny isn’t it how i’ve lost sympathy for those broken hearted because how can your heart break from love if it’s not real love is just a moral dilemma and i’m sorry but you got yourself into this
Xanax
I WANT IT TO BE FUCKING SUMMER ALREADY OMG
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Liquid morphine
cry alone, lil peep
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