in my next life, may i never know the sound of my own voice explaining how i deserve to be loved.

“I think you loved how much I loved you- not me.”

right now I’d give anything for a big, strong hug that makes everything feel a little less heavy.

“You kept me without ever choosing me.”

I don't have the energy to be a giver anymore. I want to try the role of being appreciated and love and taken care of.

Do you ever feel like just sitting outside with someone and talking all night?

Do you want to get coffee and go to the bookstore with me?

“I will learn you so gently you won’t even realise how carefully I’m choosing every way to keep you safe.”

“nobody wants to work anymore” yeah because everyone wants to kill themselves

what a beautiful horrible thing to feel so much

I want to sit on a rooftop at midnight with someone who gets the silence.

Forgive yourself for all the wrong things you did just to be loved.

Not having to ask twice is a love language.

the intimacy of feeling safe enough to be vulnerable