hang on to your fillings
boredom, do it.
1: Full name?
2: Current crush!?
3: Addiction?
4: How tall am I?
5: Relationship status?
6: Girls I trust?
7: Boys I trust?
9: Current mood?
10: Favorite color?
11: Confession;
12: Who I miss?
13: Who I last hugged?
14: Who understands me?
15: Someone who is always there for me:
16: Last Text?
17: Who’s a stranger:
18: Who makes me laugh the most?
19: Who I do the craziest stuff with?
20: Who makes me smile?
21: What am i listening to?
22: Turn on’s?
23: Turn offs?
24: Bestfriends?
26: Second confess?
27: What I hate?
28: Who’s annoying?
put the computer in my room.
hooked it up to my 1969 Zenith Allegro sound system,
Sometimes I feel so — I don’t know — lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via peaveloveempathy)
it salts my mind numb.
it leaks through my eyes and clogs my ears
i have no senses
everything else becomes a mear itchy eye
little bits are pulled into the void.
and all i’ll have left of you are your recordings of me on my 7th birthday
and your voice echoes louder than any other one of those souls
souls and memories trapped and lost within those tapes
