Before I Feel Anger For My Father I Feel Pity For Him. And Before That I Feel Pride. I Hope He Knows

Yearning… someone throw a brick at me

drunk and in love and full of food i think only the torturer eel could harm me

when your toxic trait is isolation and avoidance but your love language is physical touch and quality time.

Some stranger somewhere still remembers you because you were kind to them when no one else was.

cemeteries aren’t creepy they’re actually devoted to memory and rest and love and humanity

I want romance. I want laughter. I want the 3am love making. I want consistency. I want loyalty. I want the random looks of admiration. I want to know you're just for me. I want date nights and flowers. I want truth. I want priority. I want love that's pure and calming.