"everybody's a fighter"

In these hands I'll hide, in these hands I'll hide
While this world collides, this world collides

montreal

Oui j'ai pleuré mais ce jour-là
Non, je ne pleurerai pas
Non, je ne pleurerai pas

trust issues

call me pippi

hype as fuck for this semester hell yeah

the semester hasn't even started yet and i'm already tired. i want to move my bed in front of the window, curl up in it and listen to music and sometimes look at the sky.

pt

suffocating

depression is bullshit and i cant breathe

louis duffel bag filled with heroin

spirits flying at the speed of light

I can't stand to be so dead behind the eyes

the real ísjaki

ísjaki

shadows

Though I'm afraid,
Afraid that I have made mistakes.
Now there's nothing here for me.
The things you once told me,
The thoughts you once gave me,
Sound like the wind in my ears
That blows out the knots I've got in my long brown hair.