The way Little Miss Perfect tells it, you'd think I was head of a gang of street thugs when I was a kid. We weren't thugs, we were twelve. All we wanted was some prize money, or at least a bit of ... [+]
today, everything clumsy
i think i’m doing Okay™ but
if i’m not overthinking there’s
too much empty space
i’m too far from my feelings
or something, it’s hard to explain
i haven’t touched anyone since
last week, someone in
west philly has a porch flag
of ariana grande, face pale
pink and upside down
jason texted me “i feel for you
and care about you”
with the two peanuts emoji
and that helped