‘love’ and ‘loved’—just the word love itself is so powerful that we are willing let ourselves get consumed, ravage, and torn us in any forms, how simple it is to spell but hard it is to tell
kok bisa kepikiran begitu disaat gw berusaha mengesampingkan 1001 alasan untuk (kalo gw MAU) gw bisa pergi dari dulu even cari yang lain. i’m so tired of mf making me look like a fool i’m just done with everything it’s time to wrap this shit tf up.
do you ever see something that actually makes your heart drop just a little bit? sakit tapi gabisa nangis trs tiba-tiba nafas lo kayak berenti, dada langsung sesek bgt & nyawa berasa udah di tenggorokan bentar lagi kecabut (no joke this is the WORST feeling ever)