tag dump.
Don’t be mean!
She’s like warm days, sunshine, honey and love.
But the thing I will never admit to anyone who's met me is how desperately I want to be loved, I don't think I could say it. How I want someone to hold my wrists and kiss my palms and smile at me, and want me, I want to be wanted and I don't know how long poetry or songs will substitute for being wanted.
― Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
“you have always loved too hard, too tight, and with too much of your heart: you cannot help the fact that you feel everything so much.”
— Aubrey Hoffer (via thelovejournals)