Ink & Ache

This space is for everything I never said out loud. You’re safe here.

👏

At dusk. At dawn. Any time.

You can’t fake depth. Either your eyes have stories, or they don’t

Oh how I’d love to fall into the pit of your arms right now, trusting the safety of your scent.

i’d lick your lips and wait for your hands to forget their manners

Obsessive, selfish love. The kind that a person should first have for themselves.

This renewed faith I have found in myself feels like a new religion. I will go to war for this cause even in my dreams.

Cringe is how I love Cringe is how I give Cringe is who I am sometimes

men lie, mostly to themselves; women lie, mostly out of mercy.

The length of my messages never reduce. Only the words change.

I am a broken clock and all I ask is that you tell time with me twice a day. Don’t try to buy new batteries, don’t try to turn the hands, just sit with me and tell time.

You’re allowed to feel hurt even if you did the leaving.