unfortunately i will go mute the second my feelings are hurt

when i get more active on tumblr thats how you know im getting insane again

My soul needs a kiss and a hug.

I have a graveyard inside me; the name I don't say. Memories I don't touch. Versions of myself I buried because nobody came to save them. And somehow, I still dust these graves, hoping the murderers will come back with a red rose.

nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between "things will get better" and "i can't handle this anymore." it's like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day.

my mood just goes 📈📉📈📉📈📉 everyday

Still a hopeless romantic after all this time. Very insane of me.