lost in my mind

Fact..

being vulnerable enough to tell people how much you care about them is infinitely more brave than pretending to be above love and using edginess as a method of self-preservation

I live my life in a constant state of grief of what I did, what I didn’t do, and what I can never do.

waking up in the middle of the night only to pull you closer & wrap myself in your arms so i could fall back asleep skin to skin

Tell me everything, so I can learn to love you better.

we could just stay in bed and fuck all day

you never know what someone is going through. for instance i didnt know i was going through anything until about 2 years later. i thought i was just chilling

The sound of heavy rain while you are in bed.