emily(;

Love is dangerous for someone like me. If I love you, I don’t do it halfway. I’d rip my heart out and hand it to you, knowing damn well you could destroy it.

The deepest form of slavery is the hunger for being understood.

no one is too busy, you’re just not a priority

“who hurt you?” MYSELF BRO. MY BRAIN IS FUCKING MEAN

"match my freak" match my devotion match my loyalty match my love match my yearning match my ache match my obbession match my need for you

how to remain gentle when your softness gets stepped on over & over again

the version of you from five years ago would be genuinely amazed by what you’ve handled since then. sit with that for a second

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

i’m not even sad i’m just full of unsaid things and memories i didn’t ask for

but also, sad.

need someone to come turn my brain off with their mouth