keep telling me that it gets better. does it ever?

I be like “im trying my best” and then sleep 15 hours a day

I don’t want to ruin someone’s life by being in it

To be desired means nothing. To be truly understood and deeply loved is everything.

I don’t have a train of thought I have seven trains on 4 tracks that narrowly avoid each other when the paths cross and all the conductors are screaming

mental health status: need to look at the sea for hours and stay quiet.

I just want to be cuddled and be told that everything is going to be okay.

Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in G, Prélude

This with the rain, Oh what a mood

Oh wow, all of the tension just flowed out of my muscles as soon as this started playing

I crave the most innocent parts of a relationship. Like holding hands and forehead kisses and being able to tell someone how much I absolutely adore them.