FUCKYESZOMBIES
They die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at
how many adults are really dead on the inside,
Walking through their days with no idea who they are,
Just waiting for a heart attack or cancer
Or a Mack truck to come along and finish the job.
I think this is the saddest thing I know.
Anonymous asked: You remind me of someone I use to love. What makes you happy?
i’m not sure if this is someone telling me i’ve changed.
or
that i simply remind them of another person
what makes me happy:
wrapping fruit roll ups on my fingers
singing amy winehouse
hot boxing “timothy blu”
expressing all my emotions
peeling off my nail polish
wearing transparent tights
holding hands
closing my eyes real tight and saying something positive
fogging up the windows only to write u there?
listening to 50 songs that remind me of him
looking over my shoulder to see who stands next to me after all my battles
shooting insight and knowing my voice is heard
sitting at hillcrest park star gazing
HE makes me happy
the little things life has proven to accumulate
[makes bri happy]
thanks for the question wish you were not anon
