sad shit for sad people in love

My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.

If a girl leans toward you: Kiss her.

“Do you know what your problem is? You can’t live with the idea that someone might leave.”

Drunk text me. I want to be the one you think of when you can’t think straight.

Now this might disturb you, but I find I’m OK by myself; and I don’t need you or your benevolence to make sense.

date the kind of people who will still respect you when you no longer love them

I’m not used to being wanted

I want you to leave marks on me. Marks from loving me too hard, from kissing me too hard, and holding me too hard. I want you to leave your handprint. I want your loving words to hit me hard. I want to feel your love on my skin.