im a goddamn wreck and it kills me, punctuated equilibrium. in essence: a long period of stasis punctuated by brief periods of immense and rapid change and growth.
you are my meteor, you know.
the point is that the dinosaurs died of one so celestial it decimated. and i have always been waiting for the other shoe to drop recently i decided i wouldn't text you until you texted me first but the problem is that you make me wanna say goodnight and good morning to everyone again and herein lies the evolution. plus the withdrawals. how could i have gotten so codependent so fast and at lunchtime in the face of a million assignments i light up when you comment on my instagram. (i kept trying to make my caption perfect because i knew you would read it)
it's just always me in that space after you've hung up and i say doesn't this mean anything to you to an empty tone. doesnt it mean anything if you talk about everything and all the 1ams we've burned together, it's just dear to me
im such a mess i just need you to text me but i know that's stupid, don't @ me
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