ghost with no home

double major in poetry and physics, baby

One night I thought I saw your green eyes glowing in the top of my closet.

don’t be so shy

Because we were both fools who were too fragile to be sad

When you talk about plans, you take something away from them.

I don’t really know what kind of girl I am

calling this a quarter life crisis seems a little optimistic to me

    as if I’m going to live to be over one hundred.

I hope she crushed you to pieces