You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.
Life would be so much easier if we just told people how we felt. There’s noting wrong with telling someone that you love them, or that it hurts your feelings when they do something, or that you miss them. But we’re all just too scared to let people know how we actually feel.
I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible.
When my straight friends refuse to cuddle with me.
Can I call you? I miss the sound of your voice.