Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
“i need to get something off my chest”
yeah it’s your shirt let me help you with that