Text
Okay, I lied. I like flowers I don’t have to ask for. I like dates I don’t have to plan. I like reassurance, love letters, notes, long texts and updates. I like acts of service, physical touch, quality time and small surprises. I like being loved loudly.
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
trying to set up a last minute birthday party for my teenager and 5 of his friends is proving to be more of a pain in the ass than anything.
0 notes
Text
I quite literally slept all weekend and i can still barely keep my eyes open.
how deep does this exhaustion run cuz maam i have shit to do.
0 notes
Text
Give it up.
Kill the habit.
Let the craving rot.
Let her go.
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
And just because you weren't loved right, doesn't mean that you are unworthy of love.
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
I been thinking about you all day long 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦
12K notes
·
View notes
Text
They told me love shouldn’t hurt. But they never met you. Or me. Or the war that lives in between us.
522 notes
·
View notes
Text
They say not to try, but I never listen.
I see him and I don’t flinch. Not from the damage, not from the danger.
I convince myself he’s not beyond repair, just untouched by softness.
And maybe that’s what I’ll be. The softness. The stillness. The hand that doesn’t tremble when he spirals.
I don’t need heaven. I’m not waiting for miracles.
Just give me the broken parts, I’ll piece him back together.
I’ll bend until I splinter if that’s what it takes.
I never asked to be saved. I only ever wanted to be the reason he chose different.
But people don’t change just because you love them.
And some wreckage was never meant to be rebuilt.
He left with my tenderness tucked in his pocket, and I stayed behind, emptied and aching —
proof that love, no matter how desperate, is not always enough.
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
my sister is in marriage counseling because she’s cold & cannot open up emotionally.
it runs in the family i guess
0 notes
Text
there is a deep hurt that i cannot rid myself of and it infects everyone i love.
0 notes