i feel like all i do is watch people and notice all the beautiful things about them and try to understand them fully and no one does that for me … sometimes i feel like i’m just a mirror to reflect people back to themselves. a vessel for love and that’s it… i make everyone else into poetry and no one else sees me the way i see them it’s so depressing
y'all think about love?
Every Single Waking Fucking Day Do I Think About Love
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Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, Warsan Shire
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Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. 1: 1931-1934)
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zedoripa asked:
Hello, how are you? I hope you're doing well.
I’m okay, hanging in there. Thank you ✨️💖 I hope you’re doing well too.
