i used to think that confronting someone could be bad but little did i know that them not wanting to see the wrong in their actions and somehow putting the blame on you is the real problem
I want to love someone in a way that allows them to remain strange, unfinished, contradict themselves. And I want the same permission.
To be chosen in curiosity. Someone who understands that knowing me is not the same thing as possessing knowledge about me.
imagine telling someone something that bothers you and it being brushed off every single time w false hopes and u slowly get used to the feeling that nothings going to be done ab it like its not even surprising anymore ure so cruel this is so bad