please no halloween posts just yet. there’s still 2 months left
did someone say halloween
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
but my hands shake and shudder at the mention / of half written reasons why we’ll only be friends / i swear i’m a good man / so why don’t you love me back?
Never gonna be loved. Not loved forreal. For all of me. For everything I am. For every overreactive squeal I let out.It’s time to accept my fate.
I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.
You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you, And you’ll never treat yourself right darlin’, but I want you to, If I let you know, I’m here for you, Maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you.
Reid Wiseman is a national treasure.