30 / sad eyes, thick thighs, saves lives

30f. i drive too fast, feel too much, love like it’s a sport i’m trying to win. i want someone who gets it. who doesn’t need small talk to feel close. who knows the difference between quiet and distance.

i’m funny when i’m sad. flirty when i’m tired. i’ll send you songs instead of love letters. i always mean what I say, and take pinky promises very seriously.

i like gas station coffee, songs that ruin me a little, and the way the sky turns pink when the day’s about to give up.

i look like i’d ruin your life, but i’m more likely to organize your glove box and pick up your favorite drink from the store. i want something that hums underneath — the kind of pull that makes you check before it buzzes.

i’ve been the one who cared more. i’ve been the one that hurt someone else. this current version of me regrets both very much. but, id like to believe love not given is love wasted. i want eye contact that doesn’t flinch. hands that linger.

if you’ve ever looked at someone and thought please don’t ruin this — same.

you should say hi.