That human urge to do something that will hurt even worse when you’re hurting.

I fucked up.

— The title of my autobiography.

i need you like a heart needs a beat.

I hope someday you realize that you were never hard to love, you were just expecting it from the wrong person.

I hate it when I’m realistic.

Being delusional is so much more fun.

Nope.

Too tired.

Let’s go back to bed. 🥱😴

I regret to inform you all that I did not get raptured today.

i be staring at the moon thinking of you

She could light up the night sky better than the moon or all the stars combined with the glow she gets whenever he’s around.

Subtweet me so I know it’s real.

What’s the weirdest thing you do when you miss someone?

It’s not me it’s the moon, ok? 🌕

Imagine being loved the way you need to be loved.

I was made for sunny dayyyys! ☀️

It’s a strange feeling to be admired for the strength you acquired just from surviving lots of trauma.

That “what are we” conversation hits different when the guy asks.

— Just writer things. 🫶🏻

Me, trying to give the police officer some shit: Don’t pull me over again, ok?

Him: Don’t speed.

Rude.

I can’t have your yesterdays, but I want all of your tomorrows.

She wanted her first and last words of every day to belong to him.❤️‍🔥