you lily-livered sycophant
always nodding your head yes
and giving in to his every demand
don’t you realize what he’s doing to you?
he’s wringing your personality out
of you and letting it leak
into a bottomless hole
where it will stagnate for
years to come
stop being a bootlicking
acting like an
you do not know about his embarrassing childhood haircuts or how he yells at his sister when she touches his violin case. you do not know how the stars look to him when he is secretly sitting on the porch in the mid-july heat rush, sobbing about his future. you do not know the sound of his…
You get depressed because you know that you’re not what you should be.
adding a period on the end of everything makes it sound sarcastic
youre so funny.
youre so hot.
of course i dont hate you.
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet
north korea eat a snickers you get a little nuclear terroristic when youre hungry
do you ever look at people just and really really really want to be their friend
do you ever dislike someone so much that you hate when people are nice to them