mm. fucking timelines-

god, i. i can’t fucking do this-

the gravity of loving you. (is a tidal wave. a crime scene. an inhale. a pressure point.)

take a minute and it all slows down i’m finding myself alone

i. i don’t know what i’m supposed to do right now.

someone needs to slap some fucking sense into her.

Did you hear about that mother? Broke her daughter's legs in two and said “its too dangerous out there to walk, so I had to save you.”

are things still happening? ive been trying not to look.

…i can’t look.

something’s wrong.

i hate just sitting here.

…it’s getting worse

i can't sleep, i can't eat i can't make you happy

every time i look at twitter i regret it.

first mate!

are things good here now or