Angie 🦋

i often wish to tell someone how tormented i am. to ask them to talk to me and comfort me. but i know, nobody has words that i wish to hear. people comfort in their own way and i want to be comforted in ways they don't know. so i don't, i don't text my friends or call them. instead, i end up under the blankets and let sleep take care of the agony.

I love how pressed flowers could literally be a part of any aesthetic

somewhere we're lovers listening to our favourite song on repeat

concept: you, me, we're staring at the ceiling in the dark while holding hands

imagine being the subject of someone’s poetry.

I’m drunk in the back of the car and I’m crying like a baby thinking about fictional morally grey men

You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough.

My posts will actually confuse you, you'll think I am in love later you will think I am heart broken and next moment , single until you learn to mind your own business