Is it fair to love different just because you suffered?
Loving like I did, in a passionate way, without any restraint.
I went to the battle without a sword and a shield, I came back strengthless, ripped off, bleeding my soul off and crying my body out.
Loving like I did, the kind of love you know you won’t ever feel again.
idk man it just makes me so so so sad when you’re watching a cutiepie talk about their passion like when they light up and start bubbling over with words and then all of a sudden they stop themselves and say stuff like “sorry, i know this is boring” or “sorry i just got excited”
like you know somewhere in their life someone they respected told them “shut up nobody cares” and ever since they can’t talk about their favorite things without apologizing every 5 seconds