I would so love to be someone’s “mine” right now

“I’d be lying if I said I haven’t already imagined it.”

if i was loved as a child my blog would probably be boring as shit

i should be smoking weed in the forest with the spirits and fairies

don't exhaust yourself chasing people who make you feel like a backup plan

no one talks about how exhausting it is to seem chill all the time when your soul is doing parkour

my favorite form of love is being loved without feeling like i was begging for it

i don’t even dream big anymore i just hope nothing gets worse

“how are you” is such a violent question sometimes. like do you want the real answer or the safe lie

me? doing well? no but i am being very chill about it

i’m not even sad i’m just full of unsaid things and memories i didn’t ask for

i don’t know what i want but this is not it

it’s really cruel making someone fall in love with you while knowing it’s just for fun

it surprises me, sometimes, how deeply i crave being understood.

sure i exist but at what cost