I devised and romanticized a perfect you, A you where you’d sit and you’d laugh and hold my hand whenever I was nervous. But that has never been you. I thought about the perfect relationship, Trust, communication, honesty, But then I remembered that’s not us. I don’t know if it’ll ever be. I know that I think about you still, About your hand around my throat, How you wanted me to see the house by the soccer field that you tried to kill yourself in. I wish I wasnt in your arms, I wish you weren’t in my mind. All things come to a stop but the motions still continue. I thought about telling you no, Or to get away, But then I realized that’d never work, Communication was never in our favor.
Well hello there. This is going to be a grunge aesthetic blog Kinda I guess idk I'm just gonna post things I like. Some photos will be mine some won't, you'll know if their mine bc I'll be hyped af that I actually took a decent photo