It hurts that I still love you. It hurts that I know I can’t forget you and that I know you’re a part of me, no matter how badly I wish I could tear you off like paint that peels. I know that I will always think of you when I see pale skin clinging to the balls of a spine and that every time I feel the soft hair at the nape of a neck it will be you beneath my fingers. I cannot get rid of you, you lace like thread through my bones and tie yourself into the marrow. In 9th grade science class they taught me that the skin is the body’s most basic form of defense. How strange that you have found a way under mine.
― B.A (via soulhunt)
If a single teacher can’t teach all the subjects
Then how do they expect a single student to learn all the subjects fuck
do you ever just realise you’re almost an adult and you have no money