I love you like my heart beat, constantly and consistently. (And it will kill me if it stops)
If the chaos of my life ever settles down, I want a nice house with a big yard, a dog and maybe a few cats. I want to wake up and spend the morning roaming the kitchen in my underwear. I want to spend my days writing and maybe pick up some new hobbies.
I want to fall asleep next to you every night and fall in love with the thought of being alive.
Itching to be understood, but craving to runaway without a trace
I hope you’ll fall inlove with life someday. I hope that you’ll look over and see someone, or something, that makes you love everything unconditionally.
I carry the weight of my parents mistakes.
It’s so heavy, I just want to make you proud.
I wish I had a stronger connection with my mother.
She knows nothing about me, and the more I dwell on it, the more I realize I know nothing about her either.
Mother, the growing pains are unbearable. Give me the past 5 years back. Let me feel the sand on my feet again. Let me crawl into your arms and sink into your skin. When will the sound of my own name be familiar again? When will I be a kid again?
Loving me is like loving cheap earrings.
They’re pretty and shimmer when you put them under light. You wear them everyday until they start to tarnish, the silver wipes away and leaves a rusty rose gold. They turn your skin green and make your piercing holes black. You love them until you can’t stand to look at them any longer. You love them until you can buy an expensive replica. You love them until you find something better.