i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.
i don't think people love me. they love versions of me i have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. the easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
not love at first sight but curiosity at first glance. the need to know more, to learn everything. an inability to look away. they say attention is the beginning of devotion—you've always had all of mine.
Do you believe it possible to change our personality, depending on the people we are with? — Yes. But I hate it. I see it. Stick to yourself. Do not change yourself just to make yourself attractive to someone else. When people do … https://t.co/AyqDCv75BL