julykings:

why don’t we just say everything the way we mean it? 
i’ll tell you a secret: 
sometimes i think about eating paint. & which
color has the most energy inside it?
i want to only breathe good.
i want no one to die. i want us to be friends always.
i think the word fuck is a good one but only sometimes.
like how fucking good it felt to be seen. to swallow his
words & have him swallow mine back – 
an exchange of plenty through pinks & blues. or
how sometimes i want to slip into a bath wearing
all my clothes just to feel the weight.
maybe i’ll make something out of all my nothing.
maybe i’ll just drink the paint water. 
who the fuck knows.