auri

i wasn’t made for hookup culture. i was made for the type of devotion that makes my heart ache because i can’t believe it’s real. i was made for soul-crushing, mind-bending, time-crossing eternity. i was made for you.

They aren't you.

Is there anything left to say?

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

Sometimes you think that you want to disappear but all you really want is to be found.

I break my own heart by expecting people to be as attached to me as I am to them.

Somedays I want to pull my heart out of my chest just so I can stop feeling this way.

Those long stretches of time between waiting for something to happen are unbearable. It’s almost pathetic how desperate I am for human interaction.