no one was around when oscar wilde died but he's laughing now

It hurts to see how broken down you are on the insides, but we're mirror images and nothing is more comforting then a reflection of yourself in somebody you love. I have an (head)ache for you and only you. Happybirthday kid.

cutting through backyards only to collapse into conversations about the prison cell "God kid you've really got it rough in there. stay here. we've got enough distance already." i disappear because my head is full (but my eyes are empty) and there is only one heartbeat made specifically to understand it. it would be over if they didn't tune in.

i've got a scrapbook of ideas. take a picture and glue it in or rip one in half and tape one side to your mirror.

letspretendsummerdied
andthisyearisjustanafterlife