insane attachments to people, places, memories. what am i, glue?

waiting and wishing on a door to open.

i shouldn’t be allowed to think.

i still talk to the moon, she just doesn’t say anything back.

permanent resident.

The sun and the moon - One of the oldest Lovers.

yeah not the song i needed to have on loop today.

who says things like this?

half a degree of separation.

all i can keep thinking about is how a band that i once called home and still do, is irreversibly broken. as parasocial as it may sound to those who don’t get it, i would not be who i am if it weren’t for all five of those boys. they’re the pillars of so many of our identities.

no one deserves to constantly lose people they love, year after year.

🫶🏼📚

waaaaaah

my heartttttttt

The appropriate way to look at me while I’m telling you all about the books I love.

SOMEBODY SING THIS WITH MEEEEE and the toughest part is that we both knowwwww what happened to you why you’re out on your own merry christmas, please don’t call

for my birthday, i want everyone to tell me how much they love me and why in immense detail