Worry about loving yourself, instead of loving the idea of other people loving you.
Being yourself is what makes you attractive. Being something you’re not makes you a liar. And relationships built on lies don’t last.
the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again
we evolved for hundreds of thousands of years to hunt and eat and live a certain way and now we all are forced to live in cement buildings and sit at ur job from 9-5 and u wonder why everyone seems to have a psychological disorder
*claps loudly and sobs*
I think about this all the time
this life , painful , regretful and dark
stealing everything and anything all for nothing
like a warrior in the dark we fight it
blind and alone against one so strong
like a ant fighting a million men
some slip by
others crushed , with satin red life spilling out
poisoning the world surrounding
fighting to the edge , till the death
rotting our minds , stabbing our souls
life is hell and hell is my home
I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.