You’re my rest.
In this world full of distress,
let me be yours.
You’ll never feel alone
I can attest.
undress your soul and show me the real you, the one who likes to be hidden from the reality.
-lili
I realize more and more everyday that I am a really fucking genuine ass person and the loyalty I bring is astounding until you lose my trust. If I stay with you after that I not only disrespect myself but waste both of our times bc I’m no longer the loyal genuine person you earned. I owe you nothing
So whoever I let in my life romantically, even platonically, don’t fuck up my love for you bc I won’t be cold hearted , you just won’t exist to me anymore
It’s 3:43am and I’m up still, I have work soon but for some reason my brain wanted to know why Chuck and Larry got married. As it could not remember on its own I had to google it to feed the need to know. I’m really tired of life.
why oh why is it only at 3am when i have this sudden urge to pack my bags and run away, change my personality and aesthetic, live somewhere in Italy and work in a bakery shop just because i am not able to solve this question from integration for the past 45 minutes.
I am a permanent resident in the darkest parts of my mind.
Sometimes it will be difficult to pull me out.
- [i.r.]
[02.23.21.]
Clean for seven years then you just come back with a vengeance.
Este lugar es como mi Twitter pero afortunadamente no está lleno de gente que conozco y estoy inmiscuida en el completo anonimato.
I’m almost at the breaking point. I can feel it. I know that one day my fear of losing you to someone else is gonna overcome my fear of rejection. I know that if I don’t say something soon, I could miss my chance forever, and that terrifies the hell out of me.
But hey, it’s always been in my nature to chase the things that scare the hell out of me. And like I’ve always said; if something both scares and excites you, you should probably do it. Part of me says that life is too short, and the other part of me says to trust in timing. But I know for a fact that I’m gonna regret it if I don’t at least tell you how I feel.
I don’t care how complicated this gets. I still want you.
Whether or not I know something is entirely irrelevant. If you have a fact you want to share, fucking do it! There are only two possible outcomes:
1. I know this and that’s cool that we know the same information
2. I don’t know this and now I do and it’s cool that we know the same information
Never feel bad about sharing facts. Even weird ass shit you think will freak people out. Only the weak fear knowledge, my friends.
Some moments are like fireworks; one bright burst of brilliant light that fades fast into the shadowy silent still of the night.
K.H.