I Want To Help Her, Not Because I Think She’s Incapable, But Because She Deserves To Be Taken Care

Seina ✨

pre-canon dog training

I spend all day working hard and I come home to no praise, no kisses, no half-naked house-girlfriend to bend me over the couch and use me till the stress drains from my brain and then rub my back after?? What am I even living for

“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”

— Unknown (via pnko)

All I want is to take care of her.

To be able to come over anytime she just needs someone there. To be able to hold her, and make her feel safe. To offer comfort and to let her know she’s so incredibly special.

I want to make her comfort food and get her favourite drink. I want to pack her bag in the evening so she can stay in bed a few minutes longer in the morning. I want to give her my shirt or hoodie to wear, so she knows I’m always with her. I want to give her comfort with the smallest gestures, a hug just because, holding her hand when she’s next to me.

I want her to know she’s not alone, and that I would do absolutely anything for her. I want to make the bad days a little easier, and the good days even better <3

I woke up in a MOOD.

Idk if I wanna fuck or fight something.

Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings originally published in 2004

read literature. be present. make love. make tea. write a poem. cry. watch a sappy movie that makes you want to throw things at it. paint your nails. cook something. call your best friend. learn an instrument. wonder. take a bath. go for a walk. lie down on the grass. listen to the entirety of ur favorite album from 2016. take pics of sunsets. ponder. shamelessly dance in your room. curl up on your bed. make endless wishes to the stars twinkling in the midnight sky. think about nothing. think about everything. think about things so hard that you barely remember what happened moments ago and why you’re feeling the way you do

roses of restraint by Oliver Ler Marinkoski

it's like i'm lying

in the bottom

of an empty well

and i'm so certain that

i could cry enough tears

to fill it back up

and swim myself out

but i just... lie there instead.

some days i don't even

feel worthy of drowning.

-mars