"it's all that deep" (to me).

i'm not afraid of losing you, i'm afraid of becoming someone who lost you

love doesn’t have to make it to grey hair & a front porch to have been real.

do not let your creative dreams die in your chest.

we expect from people what we would have given them. that’s why we end up disappointed.

do you miss them or are you homesick for a world that no longer exists

being “the chill girl” never got me anywhere i wanted to stay.

“i love you despite not knowing who you’re going to become.”

but none of these people knew me when i was 7.

not every room is a room you need to read.

the people who love you shouldn’t have to compete with the people who hurt you.

you’re a lover, not a martyr.

no revenge because i refuse to make enemies out of my teachers.