screaming must be your love language. because you love me but you scream at me every time i blink.
there is hate brewing in my bones. i do not believe it will stop until you are laid to rest.
thank you mother, for uprooting my life for your own convenience.
his smile is so perfect. crooked and smug, but perfect for him.
my heart mourns you for weeks. my brain takes care of my body while my hearts barely beats on.
I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT
i am argumentative. i am opinionated. that does not make me loud.
”your hair gets curly when are in love aliza, and i know those curls weren’t there before”