unrequited wlw
these girls are strong. their eyes are faraway and starry, their hands are starving. they lie awake at night and stare at the ceiling, thinking of the lovers they can’t have. tearstained pillows and 3am calls to friends, long-winded journal entries and sad playlists on repeat. it’s the human condition, they know, to want what you can’t have. the girls who keep on giving their love to the wrong place. hang in there. someday it’ll go to the right one.
















