𝓥𝓲𝓿𝓲

Do not confuse being understood with being loved. Plenty of people will map every corner of your heart and still choose to leave it. Others will mispronounce your soul forever, and remain. We are translated imperfectly into one another. Love has never required fluency—only patience.

the absolute devastating intimacy of a forehead rest. when you are both just so tired from existing in a world that demands you to be a rigid, functional individual, and you finally collapse into each other and just lean your forehead against theirs, or against their shoulder. it’s the physical equivalent of dropping your shields. it’s saying i am entirely heavy right now, and i am trusting you to bear a piece of that weight. and the most beautiful part is that the other person doesn’t even flinch. they just adjust their stance, tuck you a little closer, and absorb the impact. we were designed to divide the burden of being alive.

Keep salting the wound I'm close

slow!! sloppy!! missionary!! eye contact!!! I neeeeed to see the look on your face when I stretch you out

“If I touched you the way I truly wanted to, I think even your bones would remember me after death.”

songs that peel u like a fruit

if people want to leave your life let them.

shi i’ll walk em out