I’m just not the right girl to be needed. No one should need me. No one should want me to stick around. It’s not because I cannot reciprocate or give consistency. I am not the right girl to give acceptance or compromise. But maybe you could just call that immaturity. And how dare I.
I must have books everywhere. They are the soul of a room - they reveal the taste, the interests and the secrets of whoever lives there.
Eight years earlier, I probably would have given a speech, confessed my love, and scared him off. But I didn’t. Because somehow I just knew… This was all going to work out.
Lana Del Rey songs make me feel sad and nostalgic about things that haven’t happened to me