ok new rule: if you’re gonna call me “cute” you have to specify whether you mean “cute like a little girl/baby animal” or “cute enough to bang mercilessly”
I crave a dangerous kind of love. One that breaks hearts and bed springs.
you know that feeling when you’re on your period and you take a shower and you feel so clean and relieved and nice but then as soon as you turn the water off it’s a race against you, gravity and time
I swear the last line made it feel like the plotline of an action film
There's this girl in the mirror,
I wonder who she is.
Sometimes I think I know her,
Sometimes I wish I did.
There's a story in her eyes,
Lullabies and goodbyes.
When she's looking back at me I can tell, she's hurting inside.
