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some days, like these, i do wonder if maybe it'd be better for everyone if i wasn't involved.
all i've been good at recently is hurting the people i love no matter how hard i try to do anything but that. i don't really know what to do when it feels like all i'm doing is wounding the person, the people i'm supposed to protect because i know it has a spillover effect onto cris, too.
maybe you can both take care of each other the way you did the first time around, and all i'm doing is interrupting something that could be so good. i don't like seeing her hurt. i keep hurting her. you keep comforting her. i keep thanking you for comforting her.
showers were supposed to be our thing but you prefer baths now. how many things have changed since then? what choices would you make if you had to all over again? maybe i wouldn't be one of them.
maybe it's about time i face the music.
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and my words shoot to kill when i'm mad. i have a lot of regrets about that.
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i can’t imagine a world where i would love you any less, my angel. all i want is for you to be your most honest, comfortable, happy, satisfied, warm, loved. it doesn’t matter what you prefer. all i want is to make you feel loved in every single way i can, and if that means getting to be buried inside you all day, why would that be a bad thing?
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get your head out of your ass, chrissy.
you aren’t that special.
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Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld by Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, 1861 / "The Archer" by Taylor Swift
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my everything. the love of my life, of my existence. you anchor me to this earth. you’re the blue in my oceans, the glimmer in my sky.
keep me safe and i’ll keep you safe. my dream girl.
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I came across a fallen tree I felt the branches of it looking at me Is this the place we used to love? Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I'm gettin' old, and I need something to rely on So, tell me when you're gonna let me in I'm gettin' tired, and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute, why don't we go Talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything So, why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
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make me feel better, over and over and over. thanks.
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