different skins I slip into
different eyes I see through
different feet I tread into worn paths
different feelings I press into neat squares
into neat piles into neat boxes at the back of my mind
until you come over and with a single word
tip the boxes into a colourful mess
scattered personas i thought
i had left
behind
when the cheap alternative to something in a magazine is still too expensive

at this point if I don’t even get a pity like from FG it’s time to shut down the computer
*watches infomercial for 17 minutes before realizing its not a regular commercial*
(via kraftdinnerinamug)
the way to my heart is through handwritten letters, mix cds, baked goods and gummy bears but I’ll also accept cheques for $10000
kraftdinnerinamug asked: rfeblogged! omg 4 notes im so proud of my bb :3
