1999

call me an old soul, but I find peace in nature, nights, moon, sunsets, breezes, books, poetry, flowers, the smell of rain, and people who feel like hug

sliding into her with a sigh of relief like you are finally coming home

imagine he is the type of guy who scrolls through your reposts to understand you

“you handled that so well” genuinely wtf was the other option

Do you find me cute when I smile as I black out from you choking me? 🥺💗

I just want to model lingerie for you until you snap and finally take me

so so so so so many thoughts

my stupid fucking head just loves to ache

Being wanted and being valued are two very different things.

suddenly i don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because i have always yearned for someone to understand my soul.

I hope you never outgrow being excited by bookstores, listening to the rain, flowers and finding the perfect mug.