It’s never been about just having someone, it’s having the right someone. Being single is a goddamn gift if the alternative is having the wrong someone.
Being an adult is wanting to run up to anyone who looks nice and saying, “Want to be my friend?” but knowing you probably shouldn’t.
everyone is happy and there’s the exact right amount of groceries and you remember a recipe you saved online that would fit perfectly with the ingredients on hand.
There are hands that do not belong to me and I miss them
more than I’m supposed to.
To say Olivia Gatwood is a powerhouse of a poet still somehow feels like an undersell.
Would you be comfortable if I said the names of previous lovers in bed instead? Because if you’re okay with it, maybe I could make this work.
You got SUPER territorial if your parent was paying attention to another child.
It keeps me up at night
when I think of how my dad
never got to meet you.
It gets hard. You pretend it doesn’t because you’re not supposed to still be affected by strangers who think you suck.