trying to be a better person

I have a disease called I can’t reply to your text. I love you

i am aware of the problems. however. i would rather be comfy in my bed. good night.

ew my heart hurts time to sleep

“Attachment is blinding; it lends an imaginary halo of attractiveness to the object of desire.” –Sri Yukteswar

Im allergic to hookup culture and too weird to participate anyway. Die in my arms.

There’s power in telling yourself ”no we don’t do that anymore” in response to self destructive urges.

Give them silence because they no longer deserve your words.

one thing I never do is beg, I don’t even like asking.

You are not meant to be everyone's healer.

tumblr has been the longest relationship I’ve ever had