it scares me that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything that they say could be one massive lie
The people I have loved in my life have never been easy to love. I’m not used to normal. I’m used to disaster.
i wanna date someone and live with them in a shitty apartment but be happy about it because we are happy together and we can decorate it with stupid dorky posters of shit we like and figurines and art and we can cook weird recipes we found on the internet and eat them and watch cartoons even if the food is gross because we made it and we’re perfect
That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.
I have fallen into poetry and it has swallowed me up.
The sadness won’t go away.
Learn to turn it into an art.