“thats the best part. you can share memories.” — Galen on remembering when we locked eyes during an Illenium song

galens tapestry — we got lost in his bed. hes so different than id ever have thought but also just as id thought. spiders. comfortable. hot. moving. BREATHING.

anxiety about leaving // not fitting in anywhere // smart v stupid // so supportive when the others are tripping // cant let go in order to think of anything that matters — stuck in body maybe bc overthinking being uncomfortable?

out of place

loss of identity

fuck