when you thought you were special to someone 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

i have this deadly sickness called remembering

Men with the kind of yearning you only find in books

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

i love taking care of others, i really do, but sometimes i wish someone would take care of me

I miss having someone with whom you can talk on the phone for hours

but who am I without my sensitive heart?

sleeping is hard when your heart is sad

lack of communication will eventually kill any type of attachment

Heavy on the “if you want me, be clear.”

probably needed a hug but instead i sat in my room thinking about how it all went wrong

The intimacy is when someone understands the walls you built for your own protection and approaches them with patience instead of pressure

i wish you liked me again like before—when you liked me the most.