“Lovers Don’t Finally Meet Somewhere. They’re In Each Other All Along.”

ugh i fear it

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I love the idea that some souls are tied and some people were always meant to meet

I need art, I need affection, I need passion, I need rawness, I need stability, I need honesty, I need connection, I need communication, I need love.

i just love being lazy i’m sorry i can’t help it like unless a it’s life or death situation why are we expending an insane amount of effort. we could be laying in the grass watching the word go by. take my hand

Hey (with the intention of laying directly on top of you and nuzzling my face into your neck while you softly run your fingers up and down my back)

i will not let a man speak to me like that ever again

what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?

not all angels are in heaven. for example i’m mostly at home

i think when i have a migraine i should be able to take my brain out and put it in a bowl of ice