I was so fucking crazy but I wrote some really really beautiful things bc I had such a deep desire
I love this feeling of knowing that his words are mine, and these moments and these conversations between us were given to me, and were for me and they’re all mine
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6rAmBt8xPs)
You need to be something else other than what you look like, you need to be more than the guys that look at you and the girls that compliment you. You need to be more than that cigarette, and you need to love something else other than the thought of a drunken night out, a cigarette outside in the cold night. You need to be more about how you make people feel, you need to care more about the quality of what you say and the depth of what you can understand, or at least try to. Sometimes, you need to sound more like this rather than those party playlists. Stop being reserved- it’s selfish, a good person would put themselves aside, and try to understand the person in front of them- the conversation is not about you. Stop being lonely. Face it- loneliness is a consequence of this demand that people be there for you, stop demanding this. Stop being so inside yourself. You need to be more about the people you can make happy, the people that enjoy your company and see your warmth and your love and appreciation for them, and not just because of what you look like in this outfit and the cigarette in your hand, they won’t stay for long when they realise your anticlimax- the emptiness of your words and thoughts, your banality. Grow yourself, and grow up
(via theglasschild)
I am a really really big softie, like a kissy face emoji sending softie and I really really want to kiss him hngggggg
Something been ringing in my head lately, Emma’s voice- “you shouldn’t lie”.
Yesterday, in the car, I found out how much my dad is so much like me, he’s just better at pushing these shit thoughts away. And I feel less alone in my thoughts, and I feel quite :-) and uni is getting better, it’s feeling like how it should be