April 2012
mint leaves, lattice fences, fresh bread, flirtatious glances, wooden floorboards, coffee table books, oranges, ballet slippers, mascara tracked pillow cases and good morning kisses
My thoughts
parents: we love you
friends: we love you
others: we love you
partner: i love you
paranoia: they're lying, they're just using you. no one loves you. you're ugly. everyone hates you. they all talk behind your back. you are unloved. you are forever hated.
when you hear a song played and all these memories come flooding back and it’s like you’ve just been doused in cold water, you feel peculiar, caught in headlights, exposed. i fucking hate the way you can try so hard to get over something and then just hearing a single song can break your heart all over again
March 2012
