i think that everyone has scars maybe not on their wrists or their inner thighs or on their knees but on their hearts, souls, and between the cracks and crevices of the little universes they’ve created inside of themselves +
why does the thought of you talking to someone else make me feel sick to my stomach
Literally me all the time
I have a jealousy problem
do u ever just make scenarios in your head that will never happen but makes you so happy so you just keep on imagining them
