someone once told me, "only the people who care about you, can hear you when you're quiet." and that hit me hard.

want me?
Prove it.
Chase me.
Fight for me.
Blow up my phone.
Show me you care.
Send the paragraphs.
Make time for me.
Make me a priority.

Pov: my mind after having a cup of coffee.

my biggest red flag? I disappear when I need peace.

my love language is making sure I don't ignore you, even on days where I don't want to talk to anybody.

you don't need to manipulate me. if I like you enough, I'll manipulate myself.

I am the most talkative, shy, quiet, awkward, loud, sensitive person you'll ever meet.

top 5 horror stories:
"you deserve better"
"I can't give you what you want"
"I don't wanna hurt you"
"let's just be friends?"
"right person, wrong time"

Idk how many "کیرم تو این زندگی"s I got left in me.

Ah people. they make me sick.

is it better to speak or to die? to speak and then kill yourself.

you built the walls high enough to block the storm but now you can't feel the sun either.

Oh, how I wish I could watch "the vampire diaries" for the first time again.

when you give someone something they’ve never had, you eventually understand why life never gave it to them in the first place.

when someone is clearly wrong, but you know the knowledge gap and fixing it would take more than 2-minute conversation:

this too shall pass, but holy fuck.

me watching everything go wrong, but I don't even have the energy to react anymore.

“I love in ways that might worry a therapist, but thrill a poet.”

when everyone think you're ignoring them but life just has you like this right now: