The sound of heavy rain while you are in bed.

too many character enjoyers not enough character understanders

I hope everyone grows tired of being cruel to each other soon

Admit you were wrong. Apologize. Understand that you’re fallible. You make mistakes. You hurt people. Apologize. That’s growth; understanding you did something wrong and working towards making things right.

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know

if we’re not thirsty for eachother what’s the point

i just want my books to consume me devour me unstring my bones and spit me out reborn.

imagine falling in love and it works out for the rest of your life