I can’t do this anymore. I mean I can and I will obviously but I can’t do this anymore.
Always keep a picture of your girlfriend as your wallpaper, so when you’re having a bad day you can remind yourself: if I can handle this mf I can handle anything.
“You’ll wither like the magnolia. No kisses burnt on your thighs, no fingers in your hair, playing it like a harp.”
Nonchalant men are not for me. I want him to have a panic attack if we’re not talking.
“You, of all people, deserve a happy ending. Despite everything that happened to you, you aren’t bitter. You aren’t cold. You just retreated a little and been shy, and that’s okay.”