hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof

Have you ever really thought about how when you look at the moon, it’s the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and Van Gogh and Cleopatra looked at.

are you gonna choke me for valentine’s day or like what’s going on

“I can’t promise you a perfect relationship but what I can promise you is that if you’re trying, I’m staying”

Can’t wait for the day I’m covered in tats & going home 2 my sweet honey

it’s easier to say “im tired” than “im so sad and lonely i feel like there’s a weight in my chest and my body is so heavy i have no energy emotionally, physically or mentally to even move from my bed”

in another universe I’m easier to love