i couldn't get the boy to kill me

I don’t want meaningless kisses.. I want someone to put on my necklace for me, or brush my hair, or send me love letters, or kiss me on the forehead.

vulnerability is clumsy but it’s the only thing worth anything

i want someone to peel oranges for

it really is all about love i think. like that’s our whole purpose

Bitch I’m crazy about roses. Roses in face masks, in hand lotions, dried rose petals in essential oils. Rose candles, roses between teeth or a whole bouquet of them pressed into my breasts or roses in the street that have been walked on, run over or flung at someone’s face. Rose tea, rose lemonade, rose lipstick, a rose in your hair, his lapel. Roses dead, roses vivid red. Petals leading from the doorway to the bedroom, rubbed like crayons into the sheets. I love roses so much I took five minutes out of my day to write this like???