I Could Tell You My Whole Story; And You Still Would Not Know Me.

I could tell you my whole story; and you still would not know me.

“Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest — thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.”

— Beau Taplin

How to piss off an INTJ. Tell them they’re wrong when they have physical proof of what was spoken and agreed upon. Fuck this. I’m done.

I have died and come back to life so many times, that I cannot wait for this life to end. I don’t want to come back. I don’t want my soul to continue on. I’m exhausted from this lifetime and want nothing more from life than enteral death.

I am haunted by the passing hums of airplanes. I look up to the sky thinking of you.