Esperar amor es otra forma de morirse.

esperar ser amado es una forma de suicidio

i only understand like 9% of life

i love it when you start doing little things different & notice how much you’ve grown as a person just by that. like you from a year ago would not have handled that situation the way you are now. you’ve changed for the better. & that is so satisfying

waking you up in the middle of the night for a kiss

i don’t understand how anything works i just walk through life terrified

there’s a big difference between being called “love” and “my love”.

Abrir los ojos y aceptar que no te quieren, son de las cosas que te marcaran la vida entera.

I wish i could just let go and forget everything and move the fuck on but it’s so hard