anon hate is like the weakest thing ever. imagine anon hate in real life. imagine a stranger running up to you with a bag over their head and screaming at you. imagine that. thats anon hate.
Now imagine a anon compliment. Someone with a bag over there head running up to you and yelling “You’re really cute” or “don’t listen to the other person with a bag over their head your poetry is really well written!”
"Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart."
Wishful thinking (via live-to-listen)