girl, interrupted

i long to be loved—deeply, desperately. loving is who i am; it’s what i was meant to do. threads of love are woven into the tapestry of my being, laces were intertwined by my own hands. i crave it, i breathe it, i exist for it. i love loving people, i love loving things, i love love. oh.. i am so full of love, sometimes it aches. xx.

“No matter how attractive a person’s potential may be, you have to date their reality.”

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends, and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.