i fucking hate how i get attached so easily like i don’t understand. i meet someone new, find interest and BAM it’s like i can’t stop thinking about it. this needs to fucking stop
“Do you think that there’s only one person for all of us?”
my best friend asked me.
that there is one person
who will come into your life
and sweep you up
in a storm of emotions so tumultuous
you will feel lost most of the time.
But in the best way.
You will feel more.
Every emotion heightened,
every particle of your body
With everyone else,
the world is slightly duller.
it is lit up
in a thousand shades of red.
I wonder if someone can be your one person,
but you are not theirs.
If you have the person you really want. You are one lucky fucker
You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move on.
do you ever just realise you’re almost an adult and you have no money