maybe i am a normal girl or maybe i have some kind of repulsive evil in me that everyone is just too polite to point out
Mahmoud Darwish, from The Butterfly’s Burden; “Cadence Chooses Me” (tr. from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)
everyone around me is in love! and i have the loneliness of a 12 year old girl
From “come over” to “come home” is a real relationship goal for me.
can we normalize ‘i’m willing to work on it’ instead of ‘thats just how i am’
[shaking myself by the shoulders] i will get better. i will continue. i have no goddamn choice
“it gets easier with time” have you ever considered I want it to be easy now?
I guess im waiting for love that feels as comfortable as when im alone
born to always mourn the present like it’s already become a memory