One of the most 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠 a person can 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 is 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓’𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.

{❃} I’m far too 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 to be handing out 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 like 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬. {❃}

The angles are 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌, now she’s 𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰.

No matter how confident you pretend to be—or how much you think you can give—if enough people tell you that you’re shit, you believe them.

I’ve been *𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 — I’ve seen and heard and done *𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 . 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 *𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 . . . 𝐈’𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐲𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 *𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 .

ɪ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴀѕᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪѕʜ ғᴏʀ ; ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇѕ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅѕ .

Sometimes you do everything right and you still lose in the end.

I’m starting to feel just a little abused, like a coffee machine in an office.

ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ɪѕ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ, ɪ ᴊᴜѕᴛ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ.

Did you know that 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖﹖ I’m just not talking about the obsession, or fighting, or fucking. I’m talking about 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑒﹖

𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆. ／𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔.

For some reason, your face screams: “ɪ’ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ” ／ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ... ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ.

I dream of 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖘. ／ I am a garden of black and red 𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖘.

Maybe I’ll crash into you, maybe we’ll open these wounds. ／ We’re only alive if we bruise.

ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟѕ — · · ·

𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

We have built something immensely useful and profoundly alien, fed by our highest hopes and worse impulses. ／ That combination has never ended well.

Somewhere between my heart and my mouth, the truth took a detour.

“I’ll give you one warning: don’t view that man as a 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯—instead, 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚.” ／ 𝘖𝘩∼.ᐣ In other words... he’s like some kind of 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗.ᐣ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.ᐟ

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝑰’𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆.ᐣ ／ 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅.