i swore i wanted a man that acted like this, that wanted to know everything i was doing, clingy, a little crazy…. but this is possibly the worst and scariest nigga i’ve been with like it’s not even worth the stress he puts me through every day and we not even together
Time has no meaning? Dedication/effort/love/loyalty/heartfelt joy and sadness/pain/suffering/literally anything that encompasses that? Why do these things mean so fucking little.
i just need some time alone and it’s like no one can respect that, i’m glad people wanna see me every day but i need space and time to think and get my life together. i feel like haven’t slept in my own bed in weeks
this is the most clingy i’ve been with a nigga in a minute time to distance myself
honestly the best feeling ever is realizing you’re not sad anymore over something you thought you would never get over
when is my time coming cus i been sad over the same shit for years now
(via poetryandpancakes)
“I adored them, and they saw it and let themselves be adored, and felt no shame that I adored them,”— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “The Dream of a Ridiculous Man,” wr. c. 1877
(via sum4cspice)
still haven’t gotten this nigga a birthday present 🤪
i really don’t wanna be anything other than myself but i want people to love and appreciate me for who i actually am. i’m different and flawed and unconventional and goofy and i just want that to be recognized and appreciated. even ones that claim to love that about me have wanted me to change in some way
i hate feeling like i’m not special i’m fucking amazing and i’m the only one who sees
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