I Wished For You. On My Birthday. I Blew Out My Candle And Wished That You Would Text Me. I Wanted You

to you, secrets are a game. to me, secrets are a treacherous weight.

i will never be okay again. i can’t imagine a future where i’m stable and happy. i can never run far enough away from myself.

tbh the only proof i need that taylor swift likes women is the fact that she owns a tumblr at all…

gay as hell

(LOUDEST WOMAN THIS TOWN HAS EVER SEEN ! )

my darling, where do you go when you disappear?

not only do my favorite people leave me

my favorite things do too

i lose them one by one

just like i lost you

i have to dress and act super straight all weekend to impress my sisters boyfriends family. feeling drained already :/

the way he offered love

felt incompatible to how i wished to receive it

he wouldn’t communicate even if it meant saving me

but he would drop anything to touch me

- at least if i’m sexualized he’s paying attention to me

i don’t want to forget

i don’t want to forget you laying between my thighs trying not to cry

i don’t want to forget you caressing my hair as i laid on ur chest in tears

even if it hurts

please don’t let me forget

whoever created the little loop thing on the back of doc martens deserves a wonderful life

found myself wanting to lie down

half way up the stairs

“when does it get easier?”

it can’t