I am apparently gentle, unstable, and full of pretenses. I will die a poet killed by the nonpoets, will renounce no dream, resign myself to no ugliness, accept nothing of the world but the one I made myself.
i think i isolate myself on purpose bc deep down i have this underlying belief that everyone will Inevitably abandon me & in a terrible self fulfilling prophecy kinda way if i keep to myself then no one can leave me
quando vc percebe q vc evita conversas dificeis nao pq vc eh um querido que quer cuidar de todo mundo e nao quer machucar os outros mas talvez pq vc eh egoista e covarde nao quer que a reacao das pessoas te machuque it hits hard
