it's so unattractive to pretend not to care, an environment where you can be loud about your love and vulnerable without fear is much more appealing
Do you ever just miss a bond you had with someone? Like regardless of what happened between you two, you miss the conversations, the laughs you guys had over the stupidest things, or the way that they were there for you when you weren't at the best. The little things matter.
The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you
*expresses emotion* lol ignore me I'm just being silly
I wish I was taller. I wish I was a baller. I wish my cat had a phone I would call her.
i think i remember the first time i watched you dip your toes into the sand and let the waves wash over you. i remember your crimson eyes slowly turning oceanic blue — and when night struck i watched you slow dance with the saltiness of the air.
so tell me something, how does it feel to come back here again? do the grey skies feel warmer than the bright ones ? — does the salt on your wounds make you feel like you’re heart is still beating ? do the little crimson crescent moons on my plan make yours hands feel a little light?
well i guess august is finally here again then.
don’t date anyone who doesn’t want to hear your favorite song, watch your favorite movie, read your favorite book
*is still v excited about books but doesn’t have the motivation or concentration to read like I used to*
Not every day has to count. Some days are for repairing, resting, mourning. You don't have to perform every day. Some days are for doing nothing. For sleeping all day or being on your phone. Relaxing is ok, allowed and encouraged. Do what you need to do.
months are so short. like what do you mean only two weeks is half of the whole month and then in another two weeks its done
and autumn comes when youre not yet done with the summer passing by and whatnot
holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror



