m. of telling someone, “constantly showering you with reassurance and love and then receiving shit in the end, is exhausting.”
keaton henson, ed sheeran, ben howard, avalanche city etc.
[contains thirty-two songs, oops]
“don’t burn yourself,
trying to keep others warm.”
“Don’t fall for a writer,” her eyes meet mine as she takes a sip of her drink, “don’t ever fall for a writer. they’re the cruelest of all the lovers, you could possibly have. they know how to break hearts as if candy, snap, and they,” she hiccups, “surprisingly, can make you feel so special as…
“here’s what i think,” she begins, “i think, you’ve built a facade around yourself. you refuse to let anyone inside. you’re a pro at lying, especially to yourself. you refuse to feel. you refuse to do anything that is related to feelings. you run away easily. you lead people to believe that they’re important, because…
~ play of words ~
~ misery loves company.
My amazing mind-blowing journey of falling in love with a book, I definitely, totally, fully, didn’t expect to love.
you’re afraid of rejection and attachment. you have commitment issues and you hate unanswered questions. you dont need anyone else to write about you because you’ve already done it a million times. you dont like mushy words, and feelings make you uncomfortable. you dont believe in love and you hate promises, mostly because you’ve broken…
note: no, these songs are not related to fall, or autumn or halloween or anything orange. they’re not even remotely close to anything october. thankyou, bye.
“Love doesn’t happen when the only reason you want love is to not be alone.”