My Stomach Is Sick This Feeling Is Back And Last Years Patterns Are Haunting Me

do you ever get tired of bearing the weight of the universe inside you? do your ribs ache from the internal cosmic explosion? you are such a beautiful, precious thing my dear

I asked my boyfriend what he liked about me, because I couldn’t understand what he saw in me. He knew me at my absolute lowest, and still chose to love me. I just didn’t understand what could make him like me as more than a friend after witnessing me in that state.

And he said he didn’t know exactly what he liked about me, that he didn’t think about it too much; but he said that he knew I made him happy.

Later I was talking about how I love poetry, and I described poetry as everything worth remembering and experiencing put into words. I told him that poetry is everything we love transcribed on paper, and sometimes it’s just that simple. Sometimes poetry is just capturing the things we love, a linguistic photograph.

And after I was done, he said, “That’s how I feel” And I was happy he understood, and then he said that’s how he feels about me. That he loved me in a way that’s worth experiencing and writing about. That he just loved me for me, and I don’t need to be anything else.

And he drove home his point by saying I have an appealing face. #RIZZ Heart is full of love type shit

dream about something else

I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE

I love my friends so much. How blessed am I to have people who choose me again and again despite not sharing my blood. I hope I get to choose them again and again forever, too.

Inhale warmth

Exhale ecstasy

smoked the type of weed that makes you accept that there will always be beauty and pain in everything, and the only thing you can do about it is welcome their co-existence

Wish I could be committed to literally anything

ok i’m locked in and riddled with shame. lowkey need to stfu