I don’t remember the way every song goes.
I can’t recall every person I’ve met.
I get names mixed up all the time.
I’m terrible with birthdays.
But I remember all the ways people have affected me.
How our stories became memories.
And if you were brave enough to make one then you’re in there somewhere.
Fuck I’m walking downtown and I pass a group of guys staring at me and I think “great catcall time” but then one guy goes “you look like you could kill a man a million different ways with just your bare hands”. This. This is an acceptable comment to give a girl on the street.
But imagine being younow famous
*about to get murdered*
murderer: any last words
me: imagine how is touch the sky
*escapes while murderer tries to figure it out*