She Made A Mess Of Me

what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

The twist is they can only do it for handbags, nothing else.

i love codependent relationships in fiction i love watching two messy people unforgivably in love with each other shatter the world around them i love seeing interpretations of love as a cosmic disastrous redemptive force i love watching love consume people whole i love looking at romantic relationships and going "oh that is so fucked up! good for them"

not pushing anyone away but also not forcing anyone to stay

drop everyone who's not matching your vibes

ain't forcing no vibe, i'll just go

Tumblr still feels like my safe place after so many years

and no one will ever know the things we’ve been through.

mental health status: need to look at the sea for hours and stay quiet