𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻

I think what makes someone really attractive is when they speak like they’ve read too many books and thought of too many thoughts, yet somehow still look at you like you’re far more interesting

Her dark brown eyes and heavy loneliness always made her seem colder than she was.

I'm cursed to notice and feel everything deeply

when someone asks me what's real love and i tell them about waiting

Me to myself:

Going through your notes is fun until you realize just how miserable you are

I'm fine as long as i don't think about the past or the future and also the present

5 : 55

Words aren’t something I trust because they can break trust before they even build it

My downfall was so bad that I became a stranger to myself

Before we knew what we were searching for, we ran to the ocean to breathe because we were drowning on land.

"It’s the thought that counts", until you realise there was no thought at all and they never even truly knew you.

She could die of longing and no one would even notice.

My biggest delusion is thinking that writing another page would make me forget what happened on the last one

I wear my scars like armor but on the inside I’m still learning how to heal