know a fence but zayn and gigi look like the greasy stoner couple in teen films that always say problematic shit and the rest of the characters just ignore them and find out at the high school reunion. that they died of a heroin overdose…..
- I’m 13
- I’m literal phan trash
- I fence competitively
- I like to sing
- youtube is everything
- I love WILD and TRXYE
- I love TØP
- I don’t like to capitalize things
- I went to miranda camp
- tyler Oakley favorite 3 of my tweets
- i have too many existential crises
just send me a message if you want to be my smol bean thanks
Everything is ¼ rotated. My head, neck, shoulders, resolve. I’m seeing through glasses mangled after the exposure to the surface of the moon, it was hard beneath my feet but toxic to everything else. A thin layer of moon dust coats my insides. The bubbles out of bottles shake it up a little, but it settles back down. It’s the only thing I’ll keep with me.
My brown hair falls flat and greasy, but I can pull a comb through it. I never got that chance to run my hand up his leg and ask him to tell me some story about meat, or a friend. A taller man picked me up and held me in the air. That was a new experience. The tears that I thought came from loss and sadness might have just been a twisted kind of joy, and being overwhelmed with new.
I belong at the end of the world. That’s where I like it. Where only the stars watch my confused saline slide down my cheeks and everything is a little bit quieter. When the lights, so many lights, shining in the distance disappear in a cloud of moon dust and the only thing left is the sliver of moon in the sky- reset.