I want you to love me more than you love good literature. More than you love graffiti and sex and home-cooked meals. I want you to love me more than you love the way the grass smells after it’s been cut, the way the world spins around you as you roll down a hill, the way you feel after a full night’s sleep. I want you to love me more than you love all of your favourite things. Because I love you so much. You are all of my favourite things wrapped up into one person.
Your Favourite Things (K.P.K)
My mind never stops worrying.
Tonight, my anxiety is taking over me.
I’m drowning & I see no way out.