Jul 23
oh to sit alone on a train at sunset and be forced to remember you're not smart, you never were, you're not pretty, you never were, you're in the midst of the roaring sea as a forgotten buoy, clutching and clutching and clutching
you cannot turn you cannot leave, nothing about you belongs to you, not your blood or your face. spin until you're dizzy like you could burrow through the earth, get away and get out and get over it














