Lady in Love @Lady@cat.family

i’m sleeeepy we did so much talking today *proceeds to discuss meditation for five hours*

okay FINE i’ll use the arrow operator

Gets tough being young, but you do it for kicks; kinda hate how it tastes, but you eat it with chopsticks; existentialist: You wanna know what all of this is. Four more months: It’s just a season. Cut your loss: You’ll start to think that things you have are things you’ll lose; it’s normal, but it’s not the truth.

And all of the sudden, you’re a bad liar; all of a sudden, you’re a trash fire; but if anybody treats you like a hazard, you’re the one with your thumb on the lighter.

Last chance to be a kid with a cereal box: Had a dream in your head, but you woke up and lost it, and you only get a few more candles before you’re too old to try again,

to be a wreck,
to get the sympathy of friends,
who see that you’re not there yet,
but they say that you’ll get there,

and then all of a sudden you’re a bad liar, ’cause you said that it would get better, but all of the sudden it’s a trash fire and you can’t put it out;

all of a sudden you’re a hostage to the things you thought you wanted; all of a sudden you’re a hot mess, and you can’t sweat it out.

[Hands pressed to your thighs, as if you could protect them from the thoughts that you’ve had that conspire against them—even tho you need them to get by.]