have you eaten? (i love you). did you get enough sleep last night? (i love you). how do you feel today? (i love you). did you have a nice day? (i love you). will you come on a walk with me? (i love you).
have you eaten? (i love you). did you get enough sleep last night? (i love you). how do you feel today? (i love you). did you have a nice day? (i love you). will you come on a walk with me? (i love you).
the hour of my execution is almost here. for the sinner, the curtain call has come. i know i may not sound it, but, faced with death, i find myself a little afraid. perhaps this is one thing both gods and humans have in common.
have you eaten? (i love you). did you get enough sleep last night? (i love you). how do you feel today? (i love you). did you have a nice day? (i love you). will you come on a walk with me? (i love you).
i would recognize you in total darkness. i would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. and i would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion.
i don't think people love me. they love versions of me i have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. the easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
i don't think people love me. they love versions of me i have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. the easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, ——why can’t i dіe?
i'm so mentally stable, it's insane. i have bpd: beautiful princess disorder. i'm so clear-pilled that i can see through the matrix. i'm neither left-wing nor right-wing, i have angel wings that grow whenever i transcend into space.
i always think of you before i fall asleep. the words you said, the way you looked. the things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared. and when i dream, i'll dream of you. because it's about you, it's always about you.
i'm always soft for you, that's the problem. you could come knocking on my door five years from now and i would open my arms wider and say 'come here,it's been too long,it felt like home with you.'
this is also my farewell to you, it's unfortunate that it had to come to this, but from the seven years since we met all we've done is quarrel with each other now that i think of it.
i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.
i love you, in ways you've never been loved, for reasons you've never been told, for longer than you think you deserved and with more than you will ever know existed inside me.
it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, ——why can’t i dіe?
i'd cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. i'd write love poems to the parts of yourself you can't stand. i'd stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you i'm not afraid.
it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, ——why can’t i dіe?
the truth is: i'm from the future. i've met you over and over and every time in every time i've had to watch you die. what do i have to do to save you? i kept doing this month over again searching for the answer.
i understand. i understand it better than anyone else. this is my mistake ... that i have destroyed our future with my own hands. an ending like this is the best punishment. alone in a world without you ... where i can't even die.
i love you. today. tonight. tomorrow. forever. if i were to live a thousand years, i would belong to you for all of them. if i were to live a thousand lives, i would want to make you mine in each one.
i did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. i did not like to be touched because i craved it too much. i wanted to be held very tight so i would not break.
the number of hours we have together is actually not so large. please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.
it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, ——why can’t i dіe?
i never understood what made your lips on my neck such an intimate affair until your teeth grazed my pulse and i realized you could tear open my throat and make me bleed out in your arms, but instead you chose to kiss.