not be a whore but I desperately need a hug
I love Jesus βΫΆΰ§
Ada LimΓ³n, , from a poem titled "It Begins with the Trees," featured in The Hurting Kind: Poems
Me the second someone is visibly annoyed at me
I hate when I say I want to be genuinely loved and someone starts talking about self love. No, I want to be loved by someone else. I want to know what it feels like when someone truly cares about you and thinks about you all the time. I want someone to be obsessed with me. I want someone to overthink when I don't text back in 0.0001 seconds. I want to be the person they're reminded of whenever they see anything beautiful. I want to be that person that makes their face light up when my name pops up on their screen. I want to be the person they call at any slightest inconvenience. I want to be someone they look at and wish to spend the rest of their lives with. I want to be loved the way I love others. Is that too much to ask?
I hate when Iβm excited to tell someone something and they get annoyed like I donβt even wanna tell you anymore ππ