There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with
fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you
And for the first time, I understand that I will never know
how to apologize for being
one of them.
I am never angry online or offline. im constantly in a happy medium between not caring (actively) and not caring (passively)
i like girls who look like they kill people for a living