DO NOT YELL AT ME FOR SAYING SORRY TOO MUCH BECAUSE I WILL ACCIDENTALLY APOLOGIZE EVEN MORE AND SORRY
Mr. Muddy Paws
re-reading your own writing
It blows my mind that after all this time you’ve spent on earth, nobody ever bothered to tell you that your eyes aren’t fucking brown.
They are copper against honey and sage and when they water they glow, two perfect orbs the same shade as nature after it rains.
You’re not as simple as they wanted you to be.
"you’re not as simple as they wanted you to be"
The horrible moment when you can feel someone losing interest in you
I’m not anyone’s first choice. I’m not anyone’s favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I’m special to them but I know there’s someone they will always choose over me.