not to be slutty or anything but i’d listen to your problems and run my fingers through your hair

anyway I want some pink roses and a perfumed love letter

this isn’t fun anymore i need a kiss

thinking about sharing a quiet morning with the love of my life. watching the sun rise, enjoying tea, and sitting close, enjoying each other’s presence.

quitting my job to focus on getting sluttier

i’m so glad the universe let me meet you

You taught me real love, true love. Not that fake sorta rushed love but the love that is real. You taught me how to not be afraid of every shadow that lurks. You’ve taught me to stand up and fight. You’ve made me love myself. You post about me and write about me. You make me happy and feel supported. You’ve taught me true love. Real love.

not to sound like a golden retriever on main but the feeling when someone praises me for something i did? indescribable

Depression is a kind of tired that sleep doesn’t fix.

i don’t want to look “hot” i want to look alluring, haunting, bewitching. i want to look like the kind of person hozier would write a song about.