I just want someone to hold me tight in the middle of night and place their head on my chest. I want to feel that same high after each puff of weed, and them to make me feel whole. I want someone who wants me for who I am, not for my body or my appearance.
I want to dance with them in my room with the lights off to indie pop songs at three in the morning until we fall onto my bed laughing. I want to hold them from behind after we adopt a cat, that kiss after we move into our first house.
I want someone who will whisper to me when I'm curled up sobbing about how much I matter to them and that they love me. I want them to smile and tell me how beautiful I am as the golden sun shines onto my face as we lie together on the couch sipping coffee on a Sunday morning.
I want someone who will bring me red roses when I'm feeling sad. I want someone who loves me. My parents couldn't give me that, so I have spent my entire life looking for another human being that cared about me in the least. I have yet to find one.
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The Playlist of Traumas
Short StoryA girl tells her most horrible traumas and the story of her life through short paragraphs inspired by different songs. TW: suicide, rape, sh, intrusive thoughts, murder, shooting, abuse spotify- fionnaj the playlist is called "🤷🏼♀️"
