Cosplay and Fandoms

I’ve spent so much time alone that sadness has become my comfort zone.

I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.

There are older versions of you that only exist because other people give them oxygen, and you are not obligated to keep those versions alive to make other people happy.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

don’t get me wrong, i’m an independent person. but i quite like the idea of waking up in the middle of the night with your arm wrapped around me. not protecting me, just holding me. and when i can’t sleep, i get to admire you. i can hold my breath until our heartbeats are in sync or maybe i can kiss the scar above your lip. i can count the freckles on your arms like i am an astronomer mesmerized by the stars in the sky. i can guess where your dreams are taking you by studying your wavering smile or fluttering eyes. and when i do fall asleep, i will dream about you, the last thing my eyes saw before i gave into the exhaustion. and when i wake up, the first thing i will see is you. maybe you will still be sleeping soundly holding onto me, or maybe i will catch you admiring me, too.

I wrote so much I don’t even know who I’m writing to anymore.

When I’m asked about my family,