I guess what scares me the most is knowing that at any moment, you could rip my heart out of my chest, tear it into pieces, throw it on the ground and stomp all over it. And that I’d just pick it up and hand it back to you.
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is’.
I guess bad nights are expected with the good nights, huh?
Truth is, I’m a fucking romantic. I’m difficult but I promise - I’m not boring.
There will be days where my heart seems to be full and I’ll constantly remind you that you’re the greatest thing that has happened to me. Just know on the days when my heart seems empty and my eyes wander away from our conversations over wine and couch cuddling— my sentiments will always stay the same. Just because I doubt myself and have allow myself to indulge in day terrors of my potential failure doesn’t mean I will love you any less. In fact, I will love you more because I know you anchor me in reality.
Thought Catalog, The Type of Love I Can Offer (via durianquotes)
I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.