Hearts of my Home

“But I protect myself, I surround myself with books, their silence does not demand anything, they exist, they are alive, they are for anyone to open, unlike us human beings.”

it’s necessary for me sometimes just to be alone and quiet and doing nothing.

them trying to correct me, a borderline: treat others the way you want to be treated. then theyll reciprocate said treatment uwu

“when is the right time to stop. when is the right time to stop waiting for something to happen that isn’t going to and quit. when is the right time to stop giving second chances. when is the right time to stop fighting for people who wouldn’t fight back for you. when is the right time to put your foot down. when is the right time to stop letting it go. when is the right time to say i have had enough. when is the right time to stop crying. when is the right time to start living for yourself”

“I think that’s the thing, I care too much about fucking everything, especially those who don’t give a fuck about me. And that’s what fucks us up”

“I’m a lot more broken than a lot of people realise, and lately it’s been harder to keep the outside shell from cracking”

Im always going to love you, and im going to hate me for not being enough.