anyway. my birthday is soon. feels weird. i hope my dress comes in time. i hope it looks pretty on me. i hope i don't cry.

— Mary Oliver, from “White Pine.”

even if it was short, i am honored to have loved you and known you.

I dreamt about him last night. I was covered in blood and he washed my hair and held me

Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.

[text id: i am too little, and too much, and never enough.]

Wouldn’t you like someone like me? Someone who hangs onto your every word? Someone who takes the time to analyse every little detail about you? Someone who will write everything about you and only you? Someone who remembers everything about you always?

Someone who will keep you on their mind?

"you need to let it go" that would be really cool, unfortunately I'll take it with me to the grave

so you'll condone cannibalism?

sure why not

i need to be needed..to be wanted…please someone..wanna be yearned and stalked and watched… and taken….I’m so deserving of it..i’d be the perfect lover..after all that work, once you made yourself known to me i’d be so charmed and enamoured i’d wish to spend every aching second of my life with you.. I’d want to sew our hands together so we physically couldn’t separate. I’m not that hard please ♡