Feb 2016
no matter how many times i scream for you to hear my words made of silk, or pour out my thoughts to you like milk, you just sit there and turn my words into useless cream, even if my words flowed to you like water, like a river, you would turn them into steam; and watch me shiver.
>when people pretend that they care about what you have to say. when people act like they care about your words, as if they mattered to to them. but it didnt.
