Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.
'I hope one day
Your human body
Is not a jail cell,
Instead it’s a sunny
2pm garden with daisies
Thriving because of
'All the hardest, coldest people you meet,
were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living.'
'There’s a special place in my heart for the ones who were with me at my lowest and still loved me when I wasn’t very loveable.'