I have no interest in one night stands.
I have no interest in 6 month stands.
I have no interest in love made for movie screens.
I want for someone to take my body and soul,
and spend the rest of their life with me.
I want another human to fall asleep next to me
tomorrow and the next day and an eternity after that.
Someone who I wake up next to and never have to wonder if they are going to leave.
so my mum just came into my room and goes “i made something for you” and gives me this funny little brown book
and inside it she wrote
and then on every single page she’s written something lovely like “beautiful” “funny” ”generous” etc
every single page
this is because she found out about my self harming a few weeks ago, and wants me to have something to look at every time i feel sad
i almost cried
you’re doing it right