Posted in Thoughts

To whom it may concern

I don’t need the promise of forever, or the grand gesture of romance.

I just need to have your arms around me and your face buried in my hair so I can hide safely in your embrace.

And I just need you to be on the other side of the phone and listen to my incoherent sobbing noises as I cry.

You don’t have to know every little thing about me, and I would not expect you to fully understand me either.

You just have to make me feel safe and sound with your presence, and I’m all yours.

 

 

 

À la mort,

Tired of pretending to be dead inside.

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An emotionally invested enthusiast of pop culture. Apathetic by design. Aesthetically offensive and eloquently candid. A sentimental heathen.

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