Layla

by Colleen Hoover

I’ve always wanted someone I could instantly click with and then just fucking drown in.

🖤🖤🖤

“I really love it here,” she says quietly. “I like the seclusion. The quiet. No neighbors. Just transient guests I’d never really have to get to know.”

I hate that I like that, but it feels surprisingly good to have someone in my life who makes me feel like my art is worth consuming. Even if she’s the only one who ever consumes it, it’ll be enough for me.

There’s no better feeling than being loved for who you are rather than for what you’re worth.