I Am So In Love With Him, And He Makes Me Feel So Small. I Know I Should Let Go, I'd Be So Lonely Even

Cupid despises the fact that you're not addicted to anything...or anyone

Hloni

Unfazable.

Franz Wright, from Earlier Poems; “Poem in Three Parts: 2. The Wound”

[Text ID: The wound that never healed but learned to sing.]

It is never too late to be what you might have been. -George Eliot

Drink tea

What he said

friends. romans. countrymen. i am asking. i am begging. please use headphones when consuming audio content in a shared space.

First, parts of you die, and then the things you think define you fade into the background. But you're still in control, you didn't need them anyway. Then you wake up one October morning, and you're seeping through your own fingers like water. You have no idea whom you are, you only have a vague idea of whom you want to be, but that's hard and you need to grieve for the girl who's dying inside you, because God knows she's carried you. Alas, you live in a world full of people with questions and they feel entitled to you remaining the same. You can't explain that your paradigms are not just shifting, they're blowing up and turning into ash in your hands, so you just fold into yourself. But Yourself is falling apart, and it's just...living God what is happening?

Sir, I'm all bra wires and FUPA. Cheesecake is the way to my heart.