They Invented Girlfriends So You Have Someone Who Thinks. Ur Cool As Hell When You Do Something Mid As

The pain is like a sedative/ that kills me; makes me cry—and puts me to sleep/

-excerpt from my book💋💕

I hate how pretty I look when I cry.

More so, I hate how I love how wonderful my red nose , red cheeks, and slight swollen eyes make me look. All that makeup and I would never achieve this.

It's like my face is mocking me, you bloom here in sadness as you belong here in sadness.

"You've stopped me from jumping off a cliff— you're the reason I'm alive and talking. The reason I want to live. So yes, I'm very entitled to force you to sleep next to me instead of letting you overtake another government."

"This is why I avoid communicating with you on work mornings, Caroline."

50 posts!

Yet none of you bitches interact you hoes

They say the abused become the abuser. And you have gone through hell.

But what is standing in front of me is this beautiful, fragile woman that holds broken things so gently as she has never been held, who melts her energy into making them intact. Until there is no power, no more love left to give.

I keep waiting.

I keep waiting for a dog so hideous to pass by on our evening walks that you will not pet. I keep waiting for a sunset too plain that you feel it too futile to paint. I look around for a child far too overbearing for you to comfort— But whenever I inquire you, all I hear is that you've been all of those things, and you won't let it happen to anyone else. Too hideous—too plain—Too overbearing—

You love fixing broken things. You attract evil because it latches on to sweetness, sucks it until evil becomes a lovable thing and the source becomes sour and stale.

I believe, sometimes, that is why I am your lover.

But I am no different from when you first met me. You may not have noticed this, but even though you hold me, pour yourself into me, you never attempt to glue me together. You never attempt to fix me. You just bleed into my vacant parts, unafraid of the surrounding filth.

Who did I murder that was so bad, what days did I feed my hungry cat so well that I am held dear to a person like you?

My sweet, sweet Caroline. How could I ever repay your love?

-exerpt from my upcoming villian×hero book🤭💋

YES because imagine them locked together thru all the levels and bonding😭😭 imagine its ENEMIES TO LOVERS🤌😩

I can't deny it any longer Fireboy and watergirl ARE otp ☺☺

Despite it all I will live. Life wants to fuck me over? I will live fucking despite it. Pushes me around beyond my breaking point and further? I will live despite it.

Even though something is clawing at my insides, even though I realize how intolerable my pain is when I sit down and let everything sink in, even though the cookies I tried to bake tasted like frozen butter, even though dad hurt me again and mom didn't quite understand again,

I'm going to go on despite.

Why?

Because one thing bigger than my self-pity is my ego. And I am playing the most egotistical game with life.

And I will win. (Also my cat is rlly cute she makes me want to live)

I love myself- I love myself so much. But it gets lonely when it just me, just me who loves me.

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

what if i put a gentle yet firm hand on your chin to hold you still while i put lipstick on your lips. and you were kneeling and i was standing and looking down at you and making eye contact. what then