shine bright

Bro can I please be weird about you

Yearning is so easily romanticized, and why wouldn't it be? It is a fragile thing, exquisite and agonizing all at once. To crave love and tenderness precisely as you imagined, wondering if that ask is somehow too heavy. To long to be understood so completely that you can almost hear the quiet echo of their thoughts, only to slowly unravel as your own mind turns against you, whispering that none of it is real.

I am simultaniously "tired of this, grandpa" and aware that "that's too damn bad".

babygirl you’re not hard to love he’s just a lil bitch

Pst pst pst, come cuddle.

My soul needs a kiss and a hug.

nothing feels sacred or special anymore

When You’re a Sexy Intellectual Sweetheart everything you say sounds like flirting