baby,let me be your vacation [...]

i’m trying really hard not to get hurt again

i didn’t realize growing up meant dying inside but hey it’s whatever

you see, the problem is: i don’t feel bad enough to be hospitalized, but i don’t feel good enough to be a somewhat functioning member of society either

i want a soft connection. i want to be asked how my day went and if i need anything. i want forehead kisses. i want the back of my hand kissed at red lights. i want to be asked how i’m mentally feeling. i want to hold hands everywhere we go. i want romantic gestures. i want my hair played in at the most unexpected moments. i want silent eye connections that lead to smiles. i want to take random walks.

me: *a hopeless romantic without a single ounce of romance in her life*

Love and light yeah but also sacred rage and darkness

not to be rude but i wanna be special to someone