feeling fucking psychic right now becausr i always look at my phone battery as soon as its on one percent . like the bitches magnetize my shit and drag it to see the battery as a sweet soft little alarm warning me to put it on the charger
“I would kill for you.” “I would die for you.”
Yeah, well, I would heal for you. I’d unlearn my toxic patterns, face my wounds, and become a healthier person so my love doesn’t hurt you.