#areeb

I crave. something strong, not the fragile "I miss you, or i love you" but something that rips my ribcage and grab my heart out of it. something that will linger for thousands of eternities, even when I fade, I'll be unforgettable.

So when I look at those eyes, I don’t just see beauty. I feel the tug-of-war between wanting to hold them close and the danger of getting lost inside them. They say “come closer” and “beware” at the same time.

You deserve softness, you deserve safety, you deserve someone who notices even when your “I’m fine” is a thunderstorm in disguise.

Grievance is such a alive thing in a dead soul.

support and visibility is not the same thing.

Maybe tomorrow starts today?

Identical twin Roses.

Unpredictable is so September-coded, honestly. It comes with moods of its own—sunny in the morning, thunder in the evening, calm at midnight. Just like you.