My Blog Is A Mess Just Like My Head

I love late night conversations, late night drives, late night snacks, late night showers, everything’s better at night.

IG: callumjamescole

Some days it storms, some days it shines. This is how flo(we)rs grow.

And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.

I never believed I could feel homesick about a person. Then I met you.

I hate the idea of lonely. And I hate the reality of attachment.