I wish Mark Hoppus was my real dad

Still sad

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Marie Howe, Magdalene: “Walking Home”

[lionfloss]

[valentina-poem]

[fy-perspectives]

“Isn't it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?”

― Charles Lindbergh

[valentina-poem]

[crimsolyn]

Tell me how I can love you in a way that it feels like love for you.

[shoelace4-48]

everything ends in heartbreak

[valentina-poem]

[glowcowboy]

ohhhh i get it now. the little seed of loneliness i’ve carried with me since i was five will never go away

[dominicanangel-deactivated20250]

When someone you love offers a bid for connection, you say yes every time. When someone sends you an article, a video, a funny post, it’s a bid for connection. They are trying to connect with you. When someone shares details about their day, their life, their thoughts, or their feelings with you, that is a bid for connection. They want to connect with you on a deeper level. They are trying to pull you into their world. If you love them, you say yes every time. Yes, even if the article they send is not particularly interesting to you. Yes, even if it means listening to them ramble about a game you don’t care about and think is stupid. Yes yes yes. And let’s hope they always say yes to your bids, too.

[thoughtkick]

“No-one will love you exactly the way you want them to. You just have to let them do their best.”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— via knjfedog

[thoughtkick]

“She wanted to be alone, but not lonely. That was very different; that was something that ached and hurt dreadfully right inside one.”

— Elizabeth Von Arnim

[remanence-of-love]

[poppunkhiker]

Dreamer // Trophy Eyes