From ‘feast of flowers.’ get yours at the link in the bio. thank you always. 🌼
18 hours ago
“but the thing is, i want to be that person again. i was much happier. much happier than i’ve ever been.”
19 hours ago
Eventually, i stopped caring about it. i backed off because her heart would often burn.
the flames were high and would engulf anything that went closer. she would push me away, often.
i stepped back, because it was hard to see her like that,all wild and crazy. was i used to girls like her? never.
she would close herself in for days, cry so much that you'd think her insane, she would shout at the top of her voice some days. some days, the hardest ones, she would just burn.
i thought it was the best idea to step back or run away. but who knew you can miss ashes and flames. i would find myself going back to her again and again. she wasn't like any person i had met before, her fire was tough, her fire was pure!
even when my hands are burnt, it hurts more to see her go. it hurts more to let her go. i would rather burn with her.
21 hours ago
// switching up my feed again because this looked pretty and maintaining one aesthetic stifles my creativity. 🤷🏼♀️