Darling, only you are the life among the dead
I want someone to tell me how hard and rough they’d fuck me 🥰
If I have nothing I have my imagination
I’m beautiful but I’m broken.
Troubled mind, beautiful soul, pretty face.
I know there’s more to life than all these wasted days
Blow and hello kitty are my only sources of happiness these days
I feel everything so incredibly intensely. Like a gift I haven’t learned how to use yet. I know my emotions are a blessing, I know, but why doesn’t it feel that way? Have I not met the right people? Am I not healed enough to maintain relationships with others? I wish I just knew all the answers. I guess I don’t have to have everything figured out right now. All I know is I don’t need to be cured or fixed or saved, just loved. If for once in my life I could just have that genuine love and patience - I know it would help me. I know it would heal the broken pieces of me that I cannot heal alone. I’m not giving up hope yet, I won’t. Love is out there waiting for me and I’m getting ready. I am ready. But until I find it I’ll give myself all that love I desire until I’ve loved me enough to feel safe enough to allow someone else to love me as well.