The way to win me over is to make this hinge between us undeniable with a perfectly suggestive prompt, to use every prompt to make me imagine your hands exploring every inch of me, and to let this physical hinge become the prompt for nights I'll be feeling all week tomorrow. … read more

I thought I’d be over this by now. … read more

Maybe i should start hating myself? … read more

I’m sick of this life not that you care I’m not the only one with whom these feelings I share … read more

I don’t like this life! … read more

I keep rereading old messages like they’re a different life. … read more

Sometimes I stay up late because it’s the only time nobody expects anything from me. … read more

I keep thinking “tomorrow I’ll fix everything,” like my life is a messy room I can clean in one sprint. … read more

How does this work? … read more

The day distracts me. … read more

I hope you’re doing well. … read more

Late night thoughts are always louder when the house is quiet and you can’t fall asleep. … read more

Like… I know the holidays are supposed to be this big cinematic thing with perfect lights, perfect cookies, perfect vibes, and a choir of angels harmonizing every time you open the fridge. … read more

I miss easy days I didn’t appreciate. … read more

I miss someone I don’t even talk to anymore, and the embarrassing part is I don’t miss them exactly — I miss who I was when I believed the future was going to be easy. … read more

I regret how often I said “it’s fine” when it wasn’t. … read more

It’s weird how night makes everything louder. … read more