𖥸　⁽⁽　┅　𝓐𝐍𝐀𝐗𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐒 。❞

wanting you was entirely selfish. but i wanted you, because you were better than me. not because your hands were clean, but because you owned it. your eyes still had a light in them. i didn't know whether i wanted to snuff it out, or keep it burning. i just wanted you.

i don't need to flirt i get bitches with my autism, very severe trauma and my tiny waist

lets kiss ，over ﹠ over ，let me teach you my love repeats endlessly.

i loved you 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 than i love myself , that's the problem .

perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.