“Come as you are and I’ll love you like that”
— everlasting-sigh (via wordsnquotes)
I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.
Daphne Du Maurier, from Rebecca
whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)
mirror traps by hera lindsay bird
The Crushing Weight of Not Knowing If There Is a Task
im starting to think this crushing weight is not about the tasks
Do you know, I could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, I still carry for you?
That I'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you
Sir. Kindly. Wtf. How am I supposed to get over this.