love you to the moon and back

flatsound:

when i was young i thought love
should be as natural as breathing
but lately breathing has felt like a chore
and when i take too many breaths
it feels like i’m not breathing at all
and the more i think of every inhale
and emptiness of every exhale
the more everything about it
feels mechanical

debilitating:

sometimes i want to call you and ask if you remember different memories but they aren’t even big memories, just days we existed together, and i think you’d say no

burghers:

i cant believe i lived through being 12