pieces of what

you know those days

when there is nothing you can say bedsides ‘fuck’

or other words that mean the same thing to other people as that word does to me.

when things continually happen and you can’t even complain

it’s just like ‘fuck, man’

I know everything is gonna be okay

but actually not

Why?

Why is he texting me all day long, apologizing for playing videogames, wanting to hang out

calling me beautiful

like, have you changed your mind?

Do you enjoy the way I drool all over you?

what?

What do you want, dude?

oh hey there look

another rant

I seem to be getting good at these lately.

I saw pigs today

like mini ones

trill cute

phoebe