"I saw a quote once, “If you want to know what somebody fears losing, watch what they photograph”,
and it struck hard.
Because if I went through my camera roll right now it would be scattered with pictures of you,
So maybe I’m afraid of losing you even if it already seems you are gone,
Maybe there are pictures of me because I’m afraid of losing myself, when I don’t even remember what it is like to go a day without feeling the pressure of misplacing my identity,
I try to create a new one almost constantly,
Am I that miserable with myself,
Did I lose myself in you, or in other people,
Where did I go,
Where did you go,
Where do I go,
Because I’m feeling like a running cycle,
A structured cylinder of ice that is melting faster than it can freeze,
And while I reach out and try to grasp at the pieces all I’m catching is liquid that drips through the spaces in my fingers,
It is a constant repeat,
How do I chase myself down when I’m already chasing you,
I can’t go in two different directions,
Maybe I’ll go with you,
Forget about me,
Losing myself has always seemed like it’s not the right choice, but maybe just maybe I could follow you and find myself along the path.”

yujuchingu:

I’m writing a depression themed cookbook and the first recipe is plain store bought tortilla chips with no salsa or anything and you eat the whole bag

"I read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer”

reygf:

you: sweater weather
me, an intellectual: seasonal depression

im hot

bpdangelic:

H ard to love
O bnoxious
T errible