I like reading words that weren’t meant for me, listening to people talk about people who will never love them back, the way pineapple hurts the sides of my mouth. I like the pain that wells up in my chest when I think about you, I like how every sad song makes me cry. I like silent car rides and going to movies alone. I like having sex in hotel rooms and all the bizarre reasons I fall in and out of love with people. I like making lists and tragic girls and the old asian woman that works at the convenience store underneath braid skytrain station. I like my cactus because he’s an untouchable living thing. I like to think that when my neighbors pulled up their yard a few years ago they found a box with a dead bird in it that we buried as kids. I like all the b sides to pinkerton. But I hate this.
Anonymous said: You deserve to be loved.
MAYBE ONE DAY
Anonymous said: your art is dope. i wanna buy you a pizza and touch your butt.
cool lets go on a date