I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.
pen pals with benefits
There comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans for people who wouldn’t even jump puddles for you.
You deserve more than boys who make excuses, my dear.
You are a galaxy of wandering stars and they are only comets come to destroy.
Don’t let them walk all over your tender heart.
You were meant to hold their hand not their indecision.
You deserve more than boys who make promises, my dear.
You are the ocean which cannot be tamed and they are only the tide crashing over.
Don’t let them be more than you because they aren’t.
You were meant for “good mornings” not “goodbyes” that never even happened.
You are better than boys like that.
Boys who make you little so you’ll feel like you need them.
But you don’t need that kind of capturing.
You deserve someone who only wants you to be free.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.
I just fucking want to be hot and walk naked around my house and look at the mirror and say godamn u look good today instead of crying