three fourty-five

Cuz i don’t know if i belong here anymore i 

way to go, tiger

don’t know if i’ll see you again someday, but if you’re out there, i hope that you’re ok. 

I wish i was born with power. Not in the hungry, greedy way. I wish i was born with power so that people would listen to what i’d say. There are so many kings and queens and billionaires and leaders who have the power to stop world hunger or child slavery with a few words out of their mouths. They have the money, the power, the voice to change the world, to help people in need. I wish I were one of them. I wish people would listen to me. I wish I wasn’t so helpless whenever I see someone die on the news, or whenever I see someone sad. I wish I had the power to stop whatever sadness and anger children and teenagers and adults and elderly have. I wish I wish I wish. I just wish I had the resources and knowledge and power to help them. 

i want an out. i want someone who loves me enough to provide me an out. but i don’t want love. just the out that comes along with it

often times, i can’t help but feel like I’m being trapped inside a box. like there’s no way out. Not with my power (or in this case, the lack thereof) anyway.

i care i care i care

Can someone just shoot trump already

you fucking idiot 

I actually hold the biggest grudge