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@letsmovetomoon

she/her | 19

why do I tolerate so much? I feel like a little baby who crave for moments of love.

so done with nonchalant mfs i need a lover boy who is obsessed with me

the feminine urge to buy my man a flower and tuck it behind his ear

Love is a terrifying thing it's not safe, because when you love someone you have to face the fact that you could lose them someday.

- Harvey Specter, Suits

the amount of love I have for ‘looking for alaska’ is unmatchable

i love you hubble telescope i love you stars i love you universe i love you inherit poetry of humanitys great desire to see space i love you curiosity i love you people who treated curiosity as our own i love you laika i miss you laika i love you sky i love you moon i love you planets

thinking about when the priest in fleabag said “love is awful. It’s awful. It’s painful. It’s frightening. It makes you doubt yourself, judge yourself, distance yourself from the other people in your life. It makes you selfish. It makes you creepy, makes you obsessed with your hair, makes you cruel, makes you say and do things you never thought you would do. It’s all any of us want, and it’s hell when we get there. So no wonder it’s something we don’t want to do on our own. I was taught if we’re born with love then life is about choosing the right place to put it. People talk about that a lot, feeling right, when it feels right it’s easy. But I’m not sure that’s true. It takes strength to know what’s right. And love isn’t something that weak people do. Being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope. I think what they mean is, when you find somebody that you love, it feels like hope.”

ocean vuong really put the lines ’dont worry. your father is only your father until one of you forgets’ and ’the most beautiful part of your body is wherever your mother’s shadow falls’ and ’dont be afraid, the gunfire is only the sound of people trying to live a little longer / and failing’ and ’the most beautiful part of your body is where it’s headed. & remember, loneliness is still time spent / with the world’ and ’your dead friends pass through you like wind / through a wind chime’ all in ONE POEM and expected me to move on as if i ever stood a chance