But the thing I will never admit to anyone who’s met me is how desperately I want to be loved, I don’t think I could say it. How I want someone to hold my wrists and kiss my palms and smile at me, and want me, I want to be wanted and I don’t know how long poetry or songs will substitute for being wanted.
one day, someone will consistently show up for you and you'll realise what safety feels like.
the inherent pain of wanting to start again but also the inherent joy of getting to start again
my hobbies? uhh.. peeling back the layers…. uncovering metaphors.. mirroring…..connecting dots…..stuff like that
i pay attention to shit you wouldn’t even think i’m paying attention to.
The emotional whiplash of realizing the mortality of the people around you
— The Thing Is, Ellen Bass
[text ID: to love life, to love it even / when you have no stomach for it]
words of affirmation. there's nothing wrong with me i choose to be like this every day for the bit
For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
Forgiveness is a lover I crawl into bed with nightly, even when I know I shouldn’t.
your character gotta hold more weight than your appearance for me to desire you



