21 Signs Social Media Is Slowly (But Surely) Ruining Your Life
Your heart literally skips when someone comments on one of your photos or posts.
Your heart literally skips when someone comments on one of your photos or posts.
Your love is just like the flower you want me to become. Something that looks pretty, for the time it lasts. Something to adorn your life, to make it beautiful. But kills me in the process.
I know I’ll hear your melodies when I wake
and wherever I wander in sleep. So I’ll close my eyes
and let you come to me, speak to me in songs.
Not everyone is going to agree with what you have to say. Not everyone is going to like what you have to say, for whatever reasons they have, right or wrong. That doesn’t make what you have to say any less valid, though. Because you’re speaking from experience. Your experience. And those that don’t agree are not wrong either, because that’s their experience.
Love is a silly thing. Even sillier if you try to chase it.
I’m ready to be in a place where you have not yet haunted every road, every room, every corner with the turn of your smile.
Running makes me feel grounded, safe.
But running also makes me feel wild.
Everything had changed, yet nothing had changed. And here we were again, two bodies humming with one another’s electricity in the moonlight.
It’s okay if you keep yourself busy, and if you’re happy just being instead of being with someone else.
She’s clingy in all the right ways.