If I had a dollar for everytime someone told me things would get better, I wouldn’t have problems in the first place.

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@mentally-im-here
If I had a dollar for everytime someone told me things would get better, I wouldn’t have problems in the first place.
Any moment might be our last.
Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed.
You will never be lovelier than you are right now.
We will never be here again.
“Too often, the only escape is sleep.”
— Charles Bukowski
kinda just said fuck ‘em
now i’m doing my own thing
drinking when i think of you
get me lost from myself
i want to dream all day
in this bed i lay
thoughts of you in my mind replay
-c.b.
tears dry
hard times
tell me where your heart lies
-c.b.
fake your smile
fake your game
fake your life
fake you’re sane
looking for someone to blame
hide your tears
run away
hoping one day
things will change
-c.b.
pretty face bitch
my mind is a vast museum
full of exhibits you would despise
you choose not to explore
which is probably very wise
this hole i call my heart
longing to be filled
every word you hold inside
slowly kills my will
-c.b.
oh how i long to feel
my heart aches
when i think
of how much
i miss you
getting lost in your eyes
your smile
the way your heart beats in sync with mine
is the world really in my hands? because if it were, i have a strange feeling that it would either implode into complete and utter chaos or thrive in its most natural state and there is no in between.
~c.b
i wanna start collecting flowers and pressing them in a notebook before it gets cold.
Hunter Schafer for Vogue
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