“and i just want to be loved, to be kissed, to be thought of as something like bliss in a world that has only ever left me loveless.”
— and i wonder if i’m asking for too much | wt.
sometimes the edge of the cliff is less of a surrender and more so an indication to make a choice,
so make it
if you’re not paying attention to trees and how they sway in the wind then what are you even doing
seincore
