"It’s as if i need to experience something extraordinary to truly feel alive. i feel like, soon, i will disappear. and it will be as if i never existed. so, if i don’t make the most of every moment, it seems like it will all be in vain."

do you still perform autopsies on conversations you've had lives ago?

i wasn’t built from millions of years of stardust to deal with this shit

and it hurts to miss you, but it's worse to know, that i'm the reason you won't come home

“too sensitive” and i suppose you find the grass too green, the sky too blue and your pillow too soft too?