this place is a graveyard of memories and I come back everytime hoping to unbury the dead

love how my tumblr went from just a silly little girl simping over her silly little kpop men to NEEDS FUCKING THERAPY the way people can change you my goodness

what do you get for trying to fill broken peices of someone's heart with all the love you managed to keep even through all the thunderstorms? you get a broken heart back as you stand at your doorstep watching them leave in the storm again. right where they came from. right where you stood again. It rains harder now, it just doesn't soothe you anymore.

love trying to send a voice note and crying so hard midway that I need 15 minutes to calm down by once again drowning my face in icewater

kys (me to me)

will never admit it but today is hard. today is so fucking hard because I keep thinking of what it could have been. its hard because one person can make a whole crowd feel empty.

read it too many times and over and over till its imprinted in my heart and I love it and I hate it because all it brings anymore is a whole lot of pain but all it did was also make today the most special it could be and I hate that the beginning of today was made special by the same person who ruined any expectations I had or will have from today forever

january cold feels like a part of me and I don't know how to explain at all

need an aditya kashyap in my life honestly