A Lost Soul.

“I just want to be the person you miss at 3am.”

I’m (Not) Fine

“To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.”

I aim to be lionhearted, but my hands still shake and my voice isn’t quite loud enough.

apologize to your body. maybe, that’s where the healing begins.

You can’t have a good relationship with someone if you can’t be friends too. And you should always treat friends with respect and loyalty.

What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

sometimes that’s the thing with arguments , you win them but you lose the person .