"rumor has it that drowning is a lot like coming home, that drinking bleach can kill the butterflies in your stomach
for your love of cigarettes, i would have been an ashtray"
"rumor has it that drowning is a lot like coming home, that drinking bleach can kill the butterflies in your stomach
for your love of cigarettes, i would have been an ashtray"
one time i translated "nostalgia" into another language, which said "hiraeth". but that's homesickness. and i guess i'm just home sick of the memories. not the memories, of you.
"You know sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it."