no this is what you queue

“I don’t even know
what I’m supposed to say
To the people who think
I’m loveable
To the people who say
They love me
They’re here for me
There for me
It’s all the same
An endless blur
Of love that we imagine
As the most important thing
When really
Life itself
The biggest gift we ever got
Is flawed
And unmistakably wrong
After so many tried and tried
And tried
And all those who kept failing
We still think we can make it
When really
We already failed
And failed and failed
Why do we still think
Why do we seeze to exist
When life itself
Has already given up on us”


Cutting open a tumor 

“ ‘Are you happy?’
A simple question
But within hides the undeniable truth
Am I happy?
What is happiness?
A dictionary tells me
“Feeling or showing pleasure or contentment”
A temporary feeling
My mum definitely is happy
When I asked my mum
What happiness is
She said happiness is a choice
A choice you make for yourself
Colouring in everything that happens
Deciding whether it was good
Or bad
It doesn’t feel like choice
When I colour most of my life black
Or grey
Or any other dark
And unpleasant color”



― Japanese skater Katsuki Yuuri: Grand Prix Final silver medallist.

Dedicated to the one and only @katsuukis who never fails to surprise me, and whose giffing style inspired me to try something new.