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I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.

Please tell me how you are, and how you spend your time. Tell me what I don’t want to hear. It’s all right. I can stand anything. Except your silence.

Yeah this is actually pretty much exactly what is going on. It’s why anti-oxidants are such a big deal. Bonus fact: oxygen oxidizes stuff in your cells or, in other words, it’s not toxic, just setting you on fire

I would break my own heart to keep yours safe .

So maybe it doesn’t really matter if you wear your heart on your sleeve or if you lock it up in a box away from the world. Because in the end, everyone gets hurt.

I don’t know what’s worse: the fact that people repeatedly break my heart or the fact that I forgive them.

It hurts. It hurts so fucking much. The fact I’ll never be able to be with you. All I want is to be with you, to share endless memories with you, but we can’t. I love you and I can’t even do anything about it. All I can do is wait and hope. But how long can I wait for? How long do you expect me to wait?

I feel like the world is suffocating me. My fears weighing down on me stopping any movement forward.

One thing I learned a long time ago is that even if you think you’re meant to be with someone, that doesn’t necessarily mean you get to be with them.

fuck i’m so in love with you you can’t even imagine