Sorry for love bombing, my parents weren’t nice to me.

The birth of modern romantic love began with spoken voice, flowers, and ink.

The death of modern romantic love started with a screen and text.

Oh to be treated and loved ever so gently…

This is how people feel when they’re mean for no reason I think

I hope the parallel versions of me feel happier and more loved. I know they use me as a nightmare scenario.

I stopped believing I’m meant for long term love. I’m just a medication in physical form. Taken, used, served its purpose, and rid of or emptied.

I’ve given up on crying for help on other social media apps so here my thoughts shall remain to be lost.

My OCs and their favorite Pokémon:

Fall // Ceruledge

Artist: Credited