my toxic trait is already thinking about the ending when things haven’t even started
forehead kisses. that's it. that's the post.
my toxic trait is already thinking about the ending when things haven’t even started
I’m such a slut for casual intimacy. Like yesss rest your chin on my shoulder while we're in line at the grocery store, I live for that shit.
i hate myself. so so much. i hate my personality, i hate my body, i hate my voice, i hate how im lazy, i hate how i cry myself to sleep. i hate the things i say, i hate the things i eat. i hate how i have no ambitions, i hate how i want my life to be better but i dont want to get better. i hate how i want to die, but cant bring myself to do it. i hate myself. i loathe who i am and its not going to change.
Wie soll man sich heutzutage eigentlich schön finden und nicht eifersüchtig sein, wenn man weiß, dass man niemals so aussehen wird wie die Menschen auf Instagram oder Pornhub?
a healthy relationship is two people willing to walk the extra mile but meeting in the middle
i have always been too much for someone or not enough. i’m either too loud or not loud enough. i am a walking contradiction. a full glass or an empty one. there is no balance in me. tell me, what made you leave? my devastating fire or my lack of heat?
- l.r // i am never half empty
“I am tired of being told I am loved and cared about but never made to feel that way.”
— your actions and words never match