This is so beautiful.
23 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, nerd. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder; living with PTSD. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
Love is louder. Love is walking back from the concert, love is showing up at your door in my pajamas with a bottle of nail polish, love is wanting to know you. Love is being a new kind of friend to you. Love is joking to make me laugh when you can’t understand the pain but want to make it leave me. Love is midnight cereal being the only meal I didn’t purge up all day, because I’m with you, because we go for a walk and because you know what is at stake.
Love is telling me to stay with you, keeping the memories at bay. Love is how I get through any of this.
It is louder.