Thank You For Being My Beacon

What do I aspire to be ?

A walking contradiction.

"...And you, what would you do for Love?"

Forgive.

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

I can kill the desire, but I can’t kill the tenderness, the need to touch you when your eyes are dark, when you are pale.

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939-1947

*forgets to message back* *forgets to check notifications* *forgets to look through bookmarks* *forgets to check reminders* *forgets to check out [insert content] that i said i would* *forgets to take my phone off do not disturb* *forgets to

it's so hard

and easy at the same time

to give up.

Am I getting a good grade in tumblr mutual?

how inhuman of me,

to break my heart

and bones

again and again, through the night

all by myself.

tell me.

tell me that you never thought of me as just a plaything.

tell me that you thought of me as a real friend.

tell me that the moment you met me you thought I was a human too.

tell me that my feelings are validate and true too.

tell me that you love me.

tell me like I told you.