parts of me
|—||Kei, why missing you gets under my skin (via cavum)|
YOU ARE THE KIND OF SCAR
I DO NOT WANT TO WRITE ABOUT,
I SAY IN THE FIFTH POEM I HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT YOU.
HOW COME MY WORDS FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH?
HOW COME THEY ARE ALWAYS SO HUNGRY FOR YOU?
HOW COME I FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH?
HOW COME I’M ALWAYS SO
HUNGRY FOR YOU?
Took my dad to see if his first car was still where he left it when its engine seized — 40 years ago. It was.
10 things our kids will never understand…
limewire lmao I forgot that was a thing woww. my memory
Lmao the limewire one killed me.
we are the last generation whose baby photos weren’t taken on phones