once a guy called me an ‘enigma wrapped in a mystery’ and i thought that was weird but sort of sweet until he never talked to me again
something about growing older and focus shifting or something
can somebody clean this up i’m tired
Sometimes I’m the bird that can balance on a fingertip with its nose and sometimes I’m the bird that dips up and down into a cup and sometimes I’m the bird splat lying in the middle of the road
shedding a few tears while you’re cutting up onions, only onions is the name of your family dog
