commuovere

my secret agenda is actually just to sit in your room and show you my favorite songs while you explain different things you have on your wall or your desk to me

I literally have no fucking clue who I am, sometimes I think I’m a super nice person who has been unfairly treated in life and that everyone should love me but other times I’m convinced I’m the most horrible person in the world who can’t possibly have any real friends and that I deserve all the suffering I’ve gone through as punishment for who I am.

Me introducing myself like hi I romanticise everything, overthink way too much, live 85% of my life in my head and still can’t believe I’m a Real Person

bad news guys i think i’m too romantic to live in this world

i basically assume that people don’t like me unless they explicitly tell me they like me and then periodically remind me

“Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3 am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.”