once, someone put their hands on me and since then all hands have claws. all hands are red. yesterday someone held the door open for me for no reason and i ran all the way home; there’s no such thing as being too careful anymore. once, someone put their hands on me and i forgot what kindness was.
sometimes you’re in the dark for so long that you don’t even notice that the lights are back on and i didn’t realize how happy i was until my best friend pointed it out and i could’ve sworn i was bleeding last night but the scars are all 4 months faded and my mouth tastes more like you and less like metal and maybe i’ve come back to life and maybe i never died like i thought i did
“I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.”—Matty Healy (via seltsames)