LEO'S FULL SPEECH RT TO SAVE A LIFE snpy.tv/1QmuuYe
i hate being called a poet, it makes me feel like i have something to prove; basically, i hate labels
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Those who write their tears and whys.
waterproof mascaras exist just to remind you that no matter how beautiful a woman can be, beauty alone cannot protect her from sadness
dad often tells me to smile
dad, the thing is that i can't "just" smile; i don't smile a lot because i have no reason to smile
it's when you want him to stay that he's already gone and left you
through sadness the poet inside me wakes but you're making me so happy i don't mind being illiterate
your face is filled with constellations her heart has wanted to see
i am the girl that once was but no longer am
pwede bang di na malaman ang result ng le sa soc anth 104 pls naman
i keep on saying sorry even if i don't even know what i'm sorry about
she choked herself, hoping that death could help her breathe
this is me
So, so good. ☺️🌸K
i thought i sold my soul
but he kept the receipt
This is important
i hate a lot of things including myself
"i was born a week after her, so i never lived in a world without her before"
"you need to change your way of thinking"
dude, it's not a way of thinking, it's a chemical imbalance
does she have to turn her tears into ice so you can break something else besides her heart?
But maybe I don't need to be fixed.
if the nature of the world is to make us suffer and we, as most would, strive to go against it, then it must mean that our nature is to hope
he belonged to the sky so she stayed on the ground and let him go
lips like cigarette, someone's gonna have to smoke again
you were his muse, but all you ever gave him was an ellipsis
you're trying to get rid of all that emptiness inside you by giving away pieces of yourself to strangers but it doesn't work that way
Oh, I believe in God. Just a better God than religion's imagination.
do i need to make invitations just to be sure that someone's gonna be there at my funeral?
there's a poem she wrote on her wrist, but the lines are fading away
"you break yourself just to fix somebody else"
"fear might be the death of me; fear leads to anxiety"
beauty and the beast: mary sue fell in love with a bastard who would have a change of heart in the end
my sense of humor is just as sad as i am
how many times must i remind myself to shut the fuck up
do you have some kind of website I could read on
someday, Peter Pan will take me away and you'll ask yourself, "who's missing today?"
02/14/16 | 09:48PM
i use small letters because i will never be worth it to become an I
hobbies include having an existential crisis
dead flowers grew on her skin, but she's still more lifeless