When You Said, “is This Okay?” I Nearly Lost My Breath, Nobody Has Ever Asked Me That Before.

Itching to be understood, but craving to runaway without a trace

I love you like my heart beat, constantly and consistently. (And it will kill me if it stops)

I hate that there’s a stranger that walks around with my secrets.

Never again will someone make me feel the way you did.

Never again will someone know me the way you did.

They hurt me so bad i redownloaded tumblr

I carry the weight of my parents mistakes.

It’s so heavy, I just want to make you proud.

You look at me and I feel the sun tracing my lips. You’re selfless and kind. Everything you say holds meaning. You love me and you make me feel loved. So many bad experiences led me to you and every experience was worth it to be able to hold you and love you to the best of my ability. I love you.

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.

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 think the human experience is the constant struggle to be perfect, yet none of us are. None of us never will be.

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.