It’s time to start making people understand it’s a fucking privilege to be in your life
i feel like all i do is watch people and notice all the beautiful things about them and try to understand them fully and no one does that for me … sometimes i feel like i’m just a mirror to reflect people back to themselves. a vessel for love and that’s it… i make everyone else into poetry and no one else sees me the way i see them it’s so depressing
Being a good person left me traumatized so excuse me if i act distant sometimes.
there’s just nothing that beats being at home. the world will try to convince me i should be doing more and it’s like yeah but im at home
nice things will happen but first you have to lose all hope and die 45 times
Idk who needs to hear this but your tummy isn’t ruining your outfits, you look hot
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends & we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
actuallyanangel-deactivated2021:
the romanticism of undressing someone and seeing their curves and edges and birthmarks and scars and moles and freckles and kissing every single one of them
You’re still in my life, even if you don’t think you are. You’re in every show you told me about. You’re in every book you love. You’re in every song you sang. I won’t pretend I don’t miss you. I see you in everything that we once shared.