*is proud of dark circles*
*is proud of looking like death*
I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine and which ones I created to please you.
-The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You/ Lora Mathis
It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.
Jean-Paul Sartre, from The Flies, in No Exit and the Flies (Alfred A. Knopf, 1947)