if i reach for the moon and it turns out to be a paper lantern, it could potentially burn my house down.
i wish i could clone myself. split myself so one half could continue on, in the world in which i’m a pillar. another where i would dedicate my life to making him feel loved and understood. in that world, i hope he feels the same for me.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.