She paints her nails black to represent her soul and she locks herself in her room every night in hopes someone would check on her.

The truth is quite simple, no one is going to come knock on your door when 3am strikes and your sleeves are stained red.

The truth is those black nails are a failed attempt to represent something that isn’t even there.

There is something so unbelievably refreshing about meeting individuals who are on the same life frequency as you. Everything feels effortless and natural. You just vibe, it’s fucking amazing.