Blessed Be ✨

its actually homophobic that were not cuddling and making out sweetly in bed rn

your love has made me buy silly, overpriced, heart-shaped things instead of the usual ones. your love has made me stop and stare at the stars a little longer, wondering if they see us too. your love has made me want to draw again. your love has made me want to care for myself, because you see me as someone worth loving. your love has changed me—it has led me to places i never imagined i’d wander to, places within myself, within life. your love has made me soft in all the best ways. it’s made me look at the world with gentler eyes, with more patience, more hope. more love. you’ve taken my heart in your hands, and i’ve promised to keep yours safe, forever.

Long distance sucks, I want to have him in my arms but all I can do is message him

I think that the hardest part of having BPD is that no one wants to deal with you once your symptoms act up, which just reinforces the trauma/abandonment issue response we have. It's a never ending cycle of unstable relationships and the fear that anyone who walks into your life is going to switch up on you the first time they see you split.

all pedophiles should die and theres literally no downside to them all dropping dead

💚

Be possessive over me. I like being reminded that I belong to you, that I’m yours alone.

the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.

One day, you’ll realize I was the only one who ever truly gave a damn. No one checked up on you like I did. No one noticed when you vanished. When it mattered, I was there. And no one else ever will be.

How tf do people make online friends, like honestly I would love online friends

i long for human connection but i cant fucking seem to get them

sometimes i am happy being alone and then other times i want a girlfriend that i can write love letters to, have as my screensaver, text and call, make dinner for her, and take her on dates. and then i remember there’s 3 gay people where i live and im one of them