𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

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as much as i crave the tender touches and the  intimate words of another, i can't possibly fathom the idea of opening up myself to someone else again; so susceptible to countless heartbreaks that pop up in the most inconvenient moments, then falling all over again with an individual showing the slightest amount of interest in me, then just dragging whats left of my deteriorating heart fucking held together by a agglomerate of gorilla glue and silly string, and no matter how many times I remind myself of the outcome, i always forget the process and think that I could change an aspect of them for the better

or yknow, beans haha 🅱️eans👌

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