slc

I am so tired of loving people who don’t know how to love me back. I have always expected others to care for me the way I care for them and end up even more hurt after it’s all over. What a viscious cycle.

no negativity this year we love ourselves like supervillains

I’m always smoking from the bong of ideology

via weheartit

Just me, her (the overwhelming loneliness) and the moon

if it’s not fucked up it’s not turning me on

I’m distant but it’s not cute or mysterious; I really want to be closer to people but it’s hard

love letters 💌