If u slap me hard enough maybe my intrusive thoughts will disappear
every day o need to save money and then there is some kind of little fucking item
“You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.”— Unknown
Not just preparing for nightmares
Years and years, I do suppose
But nothing feels alright now
The length of my hair or the fit of my clothes
And crying like a baby solved nothing
- Lone Star by The Front Bottoms