listening to david bowie today, i ran around the local island taking pictures and i am gonna miss the west coast. i’ve never been to the east coast but maybe it’ll be sweet to me. i don’t want to be anyone’s temporary anymore even though everything and one is temporary. i’m gonna say no when boys wanna hold my hand but not my heart
i hate that a man scared me so much that i needed to take away what made me feel beautiful
i hate that i was afraid of my womanhood
i hate that old men like me because i look underage
i hate that women hate me because men they love, love me
i only want to love and be loved
i love that regardless i remain pure
i remain pure
and i love that i hold myself through this disgust
and im sorry, idk what for, im sorry that i can be someone to dislike sometimes
im sorry if i fuck up, i walk down the path god leads me but sometimes i lead myself down the wrong path and im sorry if that fucks up your path. i love u anyways