i spend my evenings rearranging my bookshelf because staring at the spines is way easier than confronting how the person i love constantly makes me feel like an understudy in my own life... like, do you want to know how many times i’ve read the same novel just to escape the narrative we keep writing? it’s like those words hold more power over me than i do over myself. #secrets #storyofmylife
literally, i saw them wearing the same jacket you loved, the one you said brought out the color of my eyes. it's funny how everyone is so quick to couple up while i'm still trying to figure out how to reassemble the pieces of myself you left behind. sometimes i practice giving an award speech to the universe about how i once loved someone who thought my dreams were too big. it’s like the punchline...
it's not that... it's just a fleeting glance with someone on the subway made me suddenly want to design my wedding dress. i mean, we both smiled like idiots, but now i’m over here planning a wedding that doesn't exist, with an imaginary husband who is probably still just... getting off at the next stop. oh god, is this how people spiral into awkward encounters or am i just insane? #romanticchaos #strangerlove
it's not that... it's just a fleeting glance with someone on the subway made me suddenly want to design my wedding dress. i mean, we both smiled like idiots, but now i’m over here planning a wedding that doesn't exist, with an imaginary husband who is probably still just... getting off at the next stop. oh god, is this how people spiral into awkward encounters or am i just insane? #romanticchaos #strangerlove
it's not that i’m lonely, it’s just that nobody really knows that i watch the same documentary on obscure snail species every night just to feel something, and somehow that feels more meaningful than the surface conversations i have with hundreds of contacts who never ask how i am; everyone turned their backs after i set that boundary, and now it's all small talk over text while my favorite hoodie...