Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.
I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.
Once I start
building a home
for someone in my heart,
I will not stop
until the roof prevents hurricanes
and the walls are stronger
than the third pig’s brick house.
I will finish decorating the rooms
and fill each corner
with all of the love I hold.
So here I am,
still trying to finish up the place
I’ve spent all my strength
and time into building
just to see that you have
found another home.
this door will always be open for you.
If she doesn’t scare the hell out of you a little, she’s not the one.
Conversations really are the best after 3 am. The heavier the eyelids, the sincerer the words and silence is not awkward it’s shared.
Who did that to you? Who fucked you up so bad, emotionally and mentally that you’ve completely shut down anyone who tries to help you. You don’t talk about your feelings, you push kind people away, and you let negative people in. You refuse to open up and let someone love or care about you. Who fucking did that to you?