I feel bad for people who want to love me
They soon realize that my type is not to be held on to. Only admired and allowed to pass by like the chill wind that whispers melodies through your body right before it begins to rain.
This is why I try to make myself unavailable. It is because I know my longevity is unattainable.
I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.
— Warsan Shire (via ugh)
