it’s the sort of tired you can’t cure
|—||12.32 (via halloweendad)|
I crave so much more than just a physical connection. I crave words and depth. I crave who you are and where you came from, your desires and fears. I yearn to know every inch of you beyond the surface.
I’m used to it. I’m used to being cancelled on. I’m used to being left out. I’m used to being the second option. I’m used to being forgotten about. I’m used to being ignored. I’m used to getting the blame. It’s OK. So don’t feel bad if you do any of these things to me. I’ve learned to keep my expectations low, just so none of these things would matter..