Imnotevenlisteniing

its so hard to believe someone could love me. im always always too much or too little. never enough.

Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis

tramp stamp that says "are you mad at me?"

Bpd is not being able to love yourself unless someone else loves you, but never fully believing that they could actually love someone like you.

Sleepy eyes and a heart full of love.

the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.

sorry i can't shut the fuck up do you still wanna fuck me

fuck it we ball (malnourished, heavy eve bags, dehydrated, and on the verge of insanity)