Please don’t hold back on me. Tell me that you miss me. Tell me that you stayed up late cause you couldn’t stop thinking about me, about us. Tell me about the dreams you have with me. Tell me about the way I make you happy. Don’t pretend to have no feelings. Love is not a weakness, and if it is, let’s all be weak, let’s all tell people why they mean so much to us.
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
i honestly just need someone to come into my life that really genuinely cares about me and wants to sit and have long conversations about things that actually matter and wants to go on adventures late at night and wants to be there for me at my lowest points and celebrate with me at my highest points and just be the rock that keeps me going when life gets rough
I have lots of unrealistic dreams but imma go for it. Someday you all will look at me and be like how on earth did she get to where she is now. I can’t wait to prove everyone wrong and show everyone that hurt me/caused me pain, didn’t stop me from accomplishing shit they’ll never be able to accomplish.
i want you in me/on me/under me/beside me/ idc as long as you’re here
You make me feel crazy and I’m glad I’ll never make someone feel like they’re from a different planet. Feeling like you don’t fit in or think things nobody else thinks is hard to grasp. Especially when someone tells you that you’re crazy when really emotions get a hold of you and you can’t help it. It’s not me that’s crazy it’s you making me feel crazy so stop doing this and be nice for once
I don’t want you to remember me not as a beautiful flower that caught your eye. Nor a diamond that dazzled you, one that you can’t take off your mind. I’d rather you remember me as a warm embrace that never let you go; I’d rather you remember me as a place you can run to when you feel low.