sometimes i actually get my shit together but then i lose it again like 2 days later
no other person on this planet was made for you, they were made for themselves. love is all about choices. no one is going to be perfect for you, and i think we need to stop raising everyone on the belief that someone out there, just one other person in the whole world, was “made for you” because it isn’t true. no one is made for you, besides you. other people belong to themselves. if you want to make it work with someone, it’s about hard work, understanding, compassion, communication, and choice
i’d like to formally call myself out on being such a needy and emotionally confusing person
Concept: a relationship where you’re both equally obsessed with one another but still respect eachothers space. There is no lack of communication or trust. Lots of sex.
do not make
homes
out of people.
this will leave you
homesick
and sad,
missing arms that
cannot hold
roofs,
hearts with
shaky foundations.
I don’t think I’ve ever truly felt so alone, and it’s all my fault