Everyone has their own fundamentals.

“Those poor boys”

“Well she didn’t exactly say ‘no’..”

“She should have tried to enjoy–”

“She’s just saying something now for atten-“

“But he’s a dude. That’s not ra-”

“She’s slept with so many people! She’s a slut-“

“Get over it, at least you’re still a virgin”

“She shouldn’t have posted provocative photos!”

“She shouldn’t have been dressed like that … she was asking for it!”

“It’s the woman’s responsibility to not put herself in dangerous situations, she should have been more aware.”

“Well he paid for dinner, she kind of owed him.”

Yahan pe sub dil jaly he Kew han

There are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.

I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.

My worst fear is being stuck. Being stuck in a place that isn’t comfortable, or that bores me, being stuck with people that I don’t care for, being stuck doing a job I can’t stand.

I can’t talk about it because if I talk about it that means it matters. If it matters that means it’s real, and if it’s real that means it’s going to hurt.

How can i really start an actual conversation with someone on here and make sure this isn’t a one time thing.

Dreaming of you.

And usually love is refreshing, specially when you’re falling for someone everything starts appearing colorful. Like you’re seeing through the eyes that can only see charisma, hearing through the ears to which everything is music. It’s like that, the initial euphoria of attractiveness. When optimism is the only natural behavior.

I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.

I don’t need you to light up my world. Just sit with me in the dark.