bxfbandboy

Sometimes you think you don't belong. And you don't - you're a fucking alien. Then you're in - but you're just an alien in a thrift-store t-shirt who drinks coffee and stares at other people, contemplating if they are, in fact, aliens themselves. Then you take a sip and burn your tongue and it hurts all day. The pain of dark eyes cast upwards at you with equal parts promise and sorrow. Something you could taste if only you weren't so numb.