you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
Once upon a time there was a girl who loved books and flowers and a boy's blue eyes, sweaters and the stars and good music and countless other things far too numerous for her tumblr description. someday, maybe, she wanted to be happy.