do you ever look around at the big crowds of people around you and realize everyone has a story and memories and family and troubles and achievements and a first kiss and a broken heart but you’ll never know any of it and every human life is really intricate and expansive but oh they’ve walked into a shop and you’ll never see them again and you’ll never know just what they were thinking
(via thatsmoderatelyraven)
“My best friend is an inhaler because it will not let me cough whenever I am losing oxygen, bully hand around my neck because he felt disrespected when I decided to talk again
I brought that on myself, see I should know my place
but not at lunchtime, see I know better than to show my face around them, but the day I do it will be everywhere When I share these feelings, finally they gon’ fucking care”
