So this is where I live…
If anybody ever asks (again) why I feel so lonely and why I think too much, I will show them this photo.

Oh, and by the way, we did it, we actually burst into Bohemian Rhapsody in class and it was awesome.

Rebecca

They want me to choose a gravestone for you,

But I do not recall the words you uttered;

I cannot remember the grins you flashed –

How could I build your memorial?

Every time my opinion changes,

I change my memory (of you);

It has never been a fixed point anyway –

Floating aimlessly, born from my lonely imagination.

I have no idea what just happened. I remember getting up to get my phone charger, walking over to the shelf and reading the text on one of my posters.
The next thing I remember is realizing I lie on the floor, holding the charger against my chest, my entire torso feeling numb.
I can’t have lost anything longer than a few seconds, but there is a blank space in my memory and I don’t like that.

Tell me you can’t see and I will scream, I will rage, I will make you see the revelation of an empty room.

Already listening to your playlist madefeel me a bit less … troubled.

Shit, I didn’t know my heart could beat so fast due to a tv show.

Shit. The binge after-effects are kicking in and I can barely move because it hurts so fucking much.

Fuck. You know that feeling when you kind of drift in one of those terrible binges? Yeah, and if you don’t, good for you.

(>•.•)> HUG! You looked like you needed one.

Thank you so much, lovely anon ❤

cookie?

If you give it to me, I will always take it.