Eyes are distracting. You see too much. You don’t see enough.
stared at these for half an hour straight
tiny universes, amazing
I am scared of falling in love, of craving you every second of every day, of needing you, of being addicted to you. I am scared of missing you more than I can handle, of losing you and myself in you. I am scared of not being enough, and of seeing my insufficiency in your eyes.
The thought of her hands
touching his hair
makes me want to vomit.