Correct me if I’m wrong, but your boyfriend who says he loves you more than anything shouldn’t make you hate yourself because of every tiny little thing wrong with you and almost everything you do
i’m so so tired and i just want to go home and i can’t sleep and everything is bad and fucked up and i hate boys and i hate school and i hate art and i have no one to talk to because everything is so fucked and fucking fuckity fuck
even the silent static on your old voicemails makes me sad
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.