Saleh

me everyday:

i don’t think i was in love with you or anything like that. i was just amazed by our existences’ collision despite the very little probability they had to do so. i just really enjoyed your presence, your voice and your scent. i just smiled sillily when the thought of you popped in my head and cried sincerely when you walked away. i just found it easier to breathe, to live when you were around but suddenly felt the urge to never wake up to another day when you left. i repeat, i don’t think i was in love with you or anything. i’m a very good liar, so good i convinced myself whatever feelings i had for you were not to be called “love”. however, just like all good liars do, i knew the truth i was trying to cover up.

don’t think. it complicates things. just feel, and if it feels like home, then follow its path.

why are parents allowed to yell and scream at their children and call them names and just make them feel like shit in general…

when your main blog doubles as your personal

Should’ve known you was trouble from the first kiss

I only think of myself in two ways: