Vanilla and Loneliness

have you eaten? (i love you). did you get enough sleep last night? (i love you). how do you feel today? (i love you). did you have a nice day? (i love you). will you come on a walk with me? (i love you). here's some fruit I cut up for you. (i love you) (i love you) (i love you).

The type of conversations where they have to end only because of sleep

i think love is about finding people to be in the kitchen with

I’ve spent my 18 years of life trying to be okay with the fact that humans fade in and out of each others’ lives. No matter how I think about it, I can’t make it sound romantic or poetic. To those who have already passed through my life and to those who eventually will: I love you. I miss you. The back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home.

Slutty in theory but not in practice

looking at old photos of myself thinking not only is that girl dead but i killed her

i am a private person who doesn’t like talking about their life but who also compulsively overshares at any given opportunity. hope that helps