im in philosophy and were talking about how you can doubt everything’s existence except for your own consciousness and the guy that sits in front of me just turns around tears streaming down his face and goes “i am on so many drugs”
You’re giving me such sweet nothing.
Laying at night feeling how much I miss you.
But it was nothing more than just a plain ‘I miss you”
Miss your voice, miss your grasp.
The things you say to me.
You made shades of navy turn to blue,
Because I simply miss you.
Feeling such sweet nothing,
Like almost love, just bluffing.
"Every whisper, every sigh. Eats away at this heart of mine."
- Violet Haze