We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented.
I deserve better than some shitcunt who only cares about weed and games and dismisses me from his life after over a year with no feeling at all and an obvious urgency to get me out — i’m gonna go get drunk now.
Rituals, the second part. First one is here.
White skin is so beautiful in the forest :)
he asked me a question and i didn’t answer.
out of habit, he asked when i wouldn’t reply “babe?”
i am just sitting here bawling at the familiarity and the distance.
and i’m not your fucking anything. you chose to dump me. my name is maya.