sorry i was passionate & intense & insane. it will happen again

When you close your eyes, do you picture me?

this life is mine it did not come to me I chose it I fought for it even the mistakes and the bad days and the regrets they’re all mine

i already accepted it, but it still makes me sad.

manifesting gentle love, love over lust, reassurance, cuddling sessions, safe embraces, slow kissing, hair playing, head scratching

the person that you could’ve been or the life you could’ve lived isn’t real. it’s an illusion and a fantasy that only exists in your head. all you have is here and now

*feels my body get anxious for no reason* what is it boy, what do you see?

I do feel like this whole self improvement culture thing can go too far where people are never happy with who they are and where they are because they’re constantly trying to be better or do better and they’re always waiting for some sort of glow up or achievement or therapy realisation that will make them feel complete but that isn’t real and life is actually in the every day

Life is a journey from Allah to Allah.

everything is romantic if you’re hopeless enough.