piss stains on the carpet
and whole entire bodies
fade like phantom sunsets
and funeral processions.
when you are trying to hold
in your breath, someone will
always be there to
papercut your tongue.
there is nothing too incredibly
interesting about your loneliness.
every house on your street will
eventually be foreclosed.
you could be the moon if you wanted to but so could she.
this week’s hair color is brought to you by sunsets after a week of rain in june
i found this time capsule i made like 8 years ago and i’m really excited to open it because i finally graduated and can’t remember what’s inside
are you fucking kidding me