´ to the moon.

💖 - I admire you

💓 - You give me feels

💜 - You’re intimidating

💌  - We should talk more

💟 - How are you so cute

💝 - Love seeing you on my dash

💗 - I miss interacting with you

💞 - You’re amazing at ______

💘  - I’m crushing on you

💕  - I ship you with ______ 

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

Bring me your pain, love.

You are some kind of firework.

I want to give you your history back.

I want to tell you yes.

You swear it exists because you once had sex in it.

And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so?

She is a spark about to go out.

I feel alienated by people who express concern about me without defining their concern in terms of a specific solution or goal.

I don’t feel comforted by the idea of an afterlife.

What is the difference between being an independent person and being a person who is accepting of loneliness?

They’re lovely dark, and deep, which is what I want, deep lovely darkness.

The penalty for disobedience will be bears.

My love for you is what’s magnificent, but I, you, and the others, most likely, are ordinary people.

Art is worthless unless it plants a measure of splendor in people’s hearts.

My learning curve is flat: I get what I get, not what I deserve.

It is all loneliness, the way you live.

I look at you a little wistfully, believing love is real.

I saw how order might — if chaos wished — become.

We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife.

I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope.

Wherever you are is called Here, and you must treat it as a powerful stranger, must ask permission to know it and be known.

Obviously I’m not the only one suffering.

I probably drove myself crazy, kissing all those strangers, forgiving them no matter what.

You will meet a tall dark stranger and he will fuck your shit up.