want someone to kiss me on the mouth (love me openly) and love me like a sailor (always come home to me) and when they get a taste (get to know the real me) want them to tell me what’s my flavour (tell me who i am)
wintersong, s. jae-jones / orestes, euripides / bloodsport, yves olade / antigone, sophocles / mess is mine, vance joy / x / forever winter, taylor swift / x / x / x / aaron o'hanlon / the best day, taylor swift / the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, taylor jenkins reid / cat on a hot tin roof, tennessee williams / the song of achilles, madeline miller / dancing with our hands tied, taylor swift / h of h playbook, anne carson / mouthful of forevers, clementine von radics / caption: radiate, harbour
staying over at your parents is like. wow I’ve spent some of the worst times of my life here feeling trapped and alone. I’m so glad I don’t live here anymore. I’m so sad I’ll never live in the same house as my siblings ever again. I miss being a child. I miss living with my family. or maybe I miss the concept of a happy family. the idea of something I never truly had. I’ve cried in this bed so many times. things have changed so much. I feel the ghosts of my younger selves in this room still. it’s good to be home.
bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.