Sometimes I Wonder If Ill Ever Really Be Loved The Way I Love. Like, Im Sure Its Common And If I Bring

sometimes i wonder if i’ll ever really be loved the way i love. like, i’m sure it’s common and if i bring it up everyone will tell me how much worse they have it, and who am i to not believe them but like. i genuinely don’t think that anyone could feel the soul consuming, “i’ll feel this way until i die no matter what happens” feeling, about me. and i think that’s it’s like, so unfair that i have to feel like there aren’t enough stars in the sky to even come close to how much love i have for people, and they get to go about their day like it’s nothing and everyone one else gets to have someone who doesn’t think it’s nothing and the only one whose feelings get to amount to nothing are mine. i just don’t understand why i’m so hard to love.

I simply want to say your Danbert is everything. Keep on doing the lord’s work.

AHH thank you so much!! 🥺

Here's them on a date 🖤

the only thing that would fix atp would be dying and going to hell

this tweet was about her

every time a person is killed for the crime of being black, as a black person i feel like a part of me dies with them. it’s like i knew them personally and i mourn another family member every week. it’s terrifying that it’ll always be possible that i could be joining them next and that i’m just supposed to go about my day like my brothers and sisters aren’t being killed all around me

nightly emotional loneliness!!!