I HATE Seeing Posters, Especially Around Schools, That Say “failure Is Not An Option”. Fuck That.

you do not miss them btw. you miss the version of them you created in your head to which they never lived up to

Someday I will have my own place. My world won’t be confined to my room. I will stumble sleepily through the house in the morning, opening the blinds. I will sit out in the backyard and look at the stars. I will go out whenever I want to. I will survive long enough to have that.

they're adding a new chamber to my heart tomorrow

days keep happening to me. and nights also. no say in it whatsoever

you will live and you will say the wrong things and make mistakes and people will love you anyways.

I have a lot of thoughts

never stop being a good person because of bad people