If i see any of you fucking demons say shit about how “Texas deserves it” in regards to the hurricane, i will block you without hesitation cause that shit wasn’t cute or funny during the flooding, and it sure as hell isn’t going to be cute or funny now.
“I feel like letting people getting attached to me is the most selfish thing I’ll ever do. I’m a fucking mess, every day, all day. There’s no poetic way of putting it. I destroy myself and put myself back together and spend so long inside my head I sometimes think I’ll end up driving myself insane. I am too cold and too guarded and I flinch at the mention of the word "love” because with love comes hurt and I’m already broken enough as it is.
But then, one night at three am, I’ll break down crying because I held it in for way longer than I should have, and I’ll need you to let me stain your shirt and swear that everything will be okay.
And I’ll believe you. I’ll want you to kiss it away all night and when you’re done and we’re left a naked mess in the aftermath, I’ll need to you to listen to me spill all my secrets and darkest fears and watch you promise me you’ll stay regardless. And when you hold me in your arms, I’ll hold you even tighter because as it turns out… I am a selfish creature.“ - thoughts I’ll never say out loud #2