when you fuck up and realize there’s nothing you can do so you just accept it
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride: I love you because I know no other way then this. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. So close that when your eyes close, I fall asleep.”
- Patch Adams (1998)
You were a person shrouded in mystery and I no longer wanted to look in between the fog. I wanted to walk through the hazy mist and revel in the fact that I’ve met you, because I feel like very few people really have.
Too often I try to justify my jealousy as a product of my insecurity
I’m tired of being an insecure bitch who can’t seem to find certainty in anything