replacing my heart with another liver so i can drink more and care less
Put on eye liner. for myself.
Put on my favorite red lipstick. for myself.
Showed a bit of skin. for myself
I wanted to be beautiful. For myself.
"I’m jealous." She wanted to say, but instead she held her tongue.
Instead, she muttered: “Other girls look at you like they want to eat you alive.”
He laughed a little at this, convincing her it was his smile that attracted so many admirers.
“I hate it. It makes me uncomfortable how they flirt with you and act as if I’m nothing.” She almost blurted out, but for fear of being labelled insecure and clingy, she was silent.
"Say something." He told her when she’d been still for what seemed an age.
And in her head she’d been trying to formulate words to tell him how much she loved him and how scared she was that he might pack up his bags one day and leave without a second thought.
She was never the most eloquent though, and the words just wouldn’t present themselves. So today, all she could manage was a laugh and change of subject, and he was none the wiser.
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #20 (via blossomfully)