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not to be a slut but i think we should hold hands and go on museum dates together
i love girls who are unapologetically weird like yes girl go complete batshit crazy ily
enemies to lovers but its just me and my brain
needing music in the background to concentrate🤝 getting distracted by the music
nostalgia is such a sweet angel. she's in every corner of my childhood bedroom reminding me of the days where I would press myself against the wall pretending to vanish whenever we would play hide and seek and she's in the flowers along the sidewalk in the route i used to take every morning to school and she's in the kitchen where i would sit on the counter and talk to my mother about why i think the world is a beautiful place.
nostalgia is such an evil bitch. she's in my bed that holds the remains of my past self that I haven't properly buried and she's in the tear stains in my diary entry I wrote where I begged god to take my life and she's in the perfume i used to wear when I was a genderless little thing and she's in the way my father drives me around and she's in the walls pointing fingers at me about how I never felt I was truly home even when I was in my own house.
no one talks about the fear of commitment that develops after watching your parent's dysfunctional marriage and slowly losing faith in love and relationships. no one talks about how scary it is when someone actually starts liking you and you feel the same way but you can't bring yourself to give in because you've seen how it ended with your own parents. it's painful how you have to push yourself away so that you don't end up breaking that person's heart more than you already have and certainly no one talks about the guilt that comes along with all of this.