“If it hurts more than it makes you happy then take the lesson and leave. Listen, it’s going to be OK. Some people are only rehearsals for the real thing.”

— Beau Taplin

― Mackenzi Lee, The Nobleman's Guide to Scandal and Shipwrecks

I pray no one ever never falls in love with someone who isn’t written for them.

i am such a fool to think you will ever respect me.....

why it has to be always me?

mhk.

She/her.

i like to post like how i feel sometimes or things with what i feel relatable uhh like what i can't say in people.

I still remember the first time we met. I was seven, you were eight. You smiled at me with a tooth missing and asked me to be your friend.I smiled back and replied yes and that was the beginning of a decade long friendship. I remember how close we used to be and would share everything with each other. Then we grew up and started drifting apart. Now you are just a familiar stranger whom I once loved. We'll never be those kids again

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”

- Neil Gaiman,

The Kindly Ones (The Sandman, #9)

You will never find the same person twice, not even in the same person.

Could willingly waste my time in it.

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

“i read the book you recommended” is a love language.

"I'm tired, I'm tired of being up every night overthinking, I'm tired of feeling like something is gonna go wrong every second, I'm tired of waking up every morning and telling myself it'll be okay... I'm tired of wishing I was okay..."

😍

do you ever get in those moods where you don’t know how to feel and everything kinda feels mixed up and you’re just sitting there alone in your room trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you