grace’s bujo ☁️

"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?

ex friends are like. last time i remembered you i got so angry i almost crashed my car. i still think about your laugh whenever i see one of your favorite scenes on the show we used to watch together. you made me cry 3 years after we last spoke. i think of you on your birthday. you are a part of some of the best memories i have of my life. i hate you.

Somewhere in the world, there is a tree that sprouted the same day you were born and has been growing along with you.

[ID: no more dirty dishes in the sink, no more proving myself to people, no more five year plans, no more of my pitched up voice, no more sandess. i want to live. i want to curl up in a warm bed with the sheets up to my nose and the hand of someone i love on my forehead and be told everything is alright when it isn’t. i want to be ugly and bitter and embarrassing all day and then fall asleep knowing that i am loved, that tomorrow i will be loved again. i want to wake up with light creeping into the room from the gap under the door, just ordinary light, and hear someone singing in the kitchen, just an ordinary song, because it is an ordinary day, on which nothing important will happen, except ordinary things. End ID]

feeling like maybe. i can only access love through fiction.

bro is love actually real. guys is it real. guys is love actually real tho.