Don't let the paint dry and ruin the brush.
Don't let the love dry and ruin me
we're not kids anymore.

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Don't let the paint dry and ruin the brush.
Don't let the love dry and ruin me
Although frustrating, there's something so sweet about two people who like each other sending reels about the topic they bonded over- too shy to make a move but just wanting an excuse to talk.
Nah but seriously help, my crush and I have literally just been sending fucking tiramisu reels for the last month.
Daemon be tripping balls in Harrenhal for 5 episodes straight. Wait till he finds out what his wife and ex are up to. Man can't catch a break.
I'm scared of thinking about you.
If I think of you, I'm scared of losing you.
If I don't think of you, I'm scared I've already lost you.
So if I have nothing to lose, why am I still scared?
I think we're all too scared of Homelander to have a crush on him cuz Antony Starr is fine af
It's strange how we think of our partners as soulmates all up until it ends.
Like the 'perfect dress' in a store until you find a better one
And then you look at your last choice with disgust.
— Anaïs Nin, from The Voice
I'm scared of thinking about you.
If I think of you, I'm scared of losing you.
If I don't think of you, I'm scared I've already lost you.
So if I have nothing to lose, why am I still scared?
There is a strange eeriness in looking at an empty, black sky.
Much like looking into your eyes when you look at me.
3 coffees no lunch
It's strange how we think of our partners as soulmates all up until it ends.
Like the 'perfect dress' in a store until you find a better one
And then you look at your last choice with disgust.
So apparently I was a writing god one random evening in august last year so I'll just be posting some sappy love stuff I came up with hehe
"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
Longing is just pain laced with hope
I went from writing to the point of not actually living to living so aggressively but not writing.
Why do I have space for just one?