you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.

I don't even know how to explain it. It's like, I'm not heartbroken in a loud way anymore. I'm not crying every night. I'm just empty. It's like someone turned off the light inside me and now I'm just sitting in the dark, pretending it's fine.

sometimes your value isn’t seen until your absence is felt

being a good person to the wrong person will really damage you

ive got some grief stuck in my ribs yes

Being a hopeless romantic is a curse.. no way i'm looking for the good in every person just so they can fit in the romanticised version of them I've created in my head.

not to be horny or anything but i’d listen to your problems and run my fingers through your hair.

all i think about is love. why does this consume me