no message is a message..
silence says a lot, especially when someone knows you’re waiting, hoping, and checking your phone for even the smallest sign
people make time for what matters to them, and when they keep choosing not to reach out, that tells you more than any excuse ever could. it may hurt to accept, but confusion usually comes from trying to make sense of something that’s already clear
sometimes the answer is in what they didn’t say, what they didn’t do, and how easily they let the distance grow. and that kind of silence can tell you everything you need to know.
no message is a message..
silence says a lot, especially when someone knows you’re waiting, hoping, and checking your phone for even the smallest sign
people make time for what matters to them, and when they keep choosing not to reach out, that tells you more than any excuse ever could. it may hurt to accept, but confusion usually comes from trying to make sense of something that’s already clear
sometimes the answer is in what they didn’t say, what they didn’t do, and how easily they let the distance grow. and that kind of silence can tell you everything you need to know.
no message is a message..
silence says a lot, especially when someone knows you’re waiting, hoping, and checking your phone for even the smallest sign
people make time for what matters to them, and when they keep choosing not to reach out, that tells you more than any excuse ever could. it may hurt to accept, but confusion usually comes from trying to make sense of something that’s already clear
sometimes the answer is in what they didn’t say, what they didn’t do, and how easily they let the distance grow. and that kind of silence can tell you everything you need to know.
no message is a message..
silence says a lot, especially when someone knows you’re waiting, hoping, and checking your phone for even the smallest sign
people make time for what matters to them, and when they keep choosing not to reach out, that tells you more than any excuse ever could. it may hurt to accept, but confusion usually comes from trying to make sense of something that’s already clear
sometimes the answer is in what they didn’t say, what they didn’t do, and how easily they let the distance grow. and that kind of silence can tell you everything you need to know.
no message is a message..
silence says a lot, especially when someone knows you’re waiting, hoping, and checking your phone for even the smallest sign
people make time for what matters to them, and when they keep choosing not to reach out, that tells you more than any excuse ever could. it may hurt to accept, but confusion usually comes from trying to make sense of something that’s already clear
sometimes the answer is in what they didn’t say, what they didn’t do, and how easily they let the distance grow. and that kind of silence can tell you everything you need to know.
I used to be on that “treat people right and they’ll treat you right” type shit
life said otherwise. people gonna be who they are, believe whatever they want, and move how they move—doesn’t matter if it screws you over
end of the day, actions talk louder than words, and talk is cheap
I used to be on that “treat people right and they’ll treat you right” type shit
life said otherwise. people gonna be who they are, believe whatever they want, and move how they move—doesn’t matter if it screws you over
end of the day, actions talk louder than words, and talk is cheap
I used to be on that “treat people right and they’ll treat you right” type shit
life said otherwise. people gonna be who they are, believe whatever they want, and move how they move—doesn’t matter if it screws you over
end of the day, actions talk louder than words, and talk is cheap
I used to be on that “treat people right and they’ll treat you right” type shit
life said otherwise. people gonna be who they are, believe whatever they want, and move how they move—doesn’t matter if it screws you over
end of the day, actions talk louder than words, and talk is cheap
I used to be on that “treat people right and they’ll treat you right” type shit
life said otherwise. people gonna be who they are, believe whatever they want, and move how they move—doesn’t matter if it screws you over
end of the day, actions talk louder than words, and talk is cheap
maybe love isn’t meant for me..
maybe i am just someone who learns lessons instead of getting happy endings. i watch other people find someone who stays, someone who chooses them every day, and i wonder what that feels like
sometimes it makes me question if there is something wrong with me, if maybe i am too much or not enough at the same time. but deep down i know my heart is not the problem
i just keep meeting people who don’t know how to hold it gently. maybe one day someone will stay without being asked, and loving me will feel easy, not something they have to learn
maybe love isn’t meant for me..
maybe i am just someone who learns lessons instead of getting happy endings. i watch other people find someone who stays, someone who chooses them every day, and i wonder what that feels like
sometimes it makes me question if there is something wrong with me, if maybe i am too much or not enough at the same time. but deep down i know my heart is not the problem
i just keep meeting people who don’t know how to hold it gently. maybe one day someone will stay without being asked, and loving me will feel easy, not something they have to learn
maybe love isn’t meant for me..
maybe i am just someone who learns lessons instead of getting happy endings. i watch other people find someone who stays, someone who chooses them every day, and i wonder what that feels like
sometimes it makes me question if there is something wrong with me, if maybe i am too much or not enough at the same time. but deep down i know my heart is not the problem
i just keep meeting people who don’t know how to hold it gently. maybe one day someone will stay without being asked, and loving me will feel easy, not something they have to learn
maybe love isn’t meant for me..
maybe i am just someone who learns lessons instead of getting happy endings. i watch other people find someone who stays, someone who chooses them every day, and i wonder what that feels like
sometimes it makes me question if there is something wrong with me, if maybe i am too much or not enough at the same time. but deep down i know my heart is not the problem
i just keep meeting people who don’t know how to hold it gently. maybe one day someone will stay without being asked, and loving me will feel easy, not something they have to learn
maybe love isn’t meant for me..
maybe i am just someone who learns lessons instead of getting happy endings. i watch other people find someone who stays, someone who chooses them every day, and i wonder what that feels like
sometimes it makes me question if there is something wrong with me, if maybe i am too much or not enough at the same time. but deep down i know my heart is not the problem
i just keep meeting people who don’t know how to hold it gently. maybe one day someone will stay without being asked, and loving me will feel easy, not something they have to learn