im like if a sensitive sweetheart was a bit bitter n loathesome

im always the girl u will meet accidentally not the girl uve dreamt of

me in the morning

i wish the world was kinder

i’d probably still adore u with ur hands around my neck

ive hated myself ever since I can remember Ive hated when I was a little girl and I hate myself now that im grown

Is it truly a pity to die young? To die with ribbons in your hair and cherry stains on your summer dress, to die as a prince or princess in the castle of your playroom. The world your moat to drown in.

To know me is to know the wounds that shape who I am, To learn about them To clean them Without sewing them shut

Everytime something good happens in my Life I Tend to ruin everything Without Even trying To

I wish I was different

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milky tears won’t b wasted on th evil n depraved

love is stored in the bite mark

i feel like everytim we argue i get more attached

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i m thinking of cake n icecream most of the time

I just bit u

meowing n purring n drinking milk ..

‘the sensitive suffer more; but they love more, and dream more’