slut era (overthinking, ruined sleep schedule, constant feeling of loneliness and existential emptiness)

i want you more than i have ever wanted anyone.

you’re someone i would cross oceans for.

late night realization hits different.

late night realization hits different.

Let’s play a fun game called “we’re just friends but I’d fuck you if you asked”

Ιου

I’m only drawn to hands that are starving for only me, over and over.

truth is, i never thought i’d get this attached to you.

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

to be loved like poetry.

celebrate your personal victories because no one else understands what it took to accomplish them

but who am I without my sensitive heart?