“I Love You, That Means I’m Not Just Here For The Pretty Parts. I’m Here No Matter What.”

I’m slowly learning that some people aren’t good for me, no matter how much I love them.

I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

“The devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.”

— Tucker Max

I love coffee...

Dark and bitter...

Like my soul...🤡🤡

“I will not think less of myself just because you do not know how to love me.”

— Unknown

“Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.”

— Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine

the ever terrifying and exhausting cycle of “i don’t want to share my writing bc it feels disheartening when not many people are interested in it” and “i have to post the writing for people to become interested in it”