Talking to you, laughing with you, and being with you, changes my whole mood.

but who heals the healer?

journaling is like gossiping about my life to myself

you can’t find me in someone else

When love visits you again… may it be genuine, safe, reassuring, and secure.

Ich hab gesagt es ist okay. Immer wieder. Aber es ist nicht okay. Es bringt mich um.

people will push you away and say you gave up on them

No offense but I’m really uncomfortable in my body and I want to rip my skin off

i think i have, like, extra feelings

i’m definitely that gf who will let you fall asleep in my lap or on my chest or in my arms & i won’t move a muscle bc i’m in love w/ the way u look

my toxic trait is isolating myself in order to feel better when all i really need is a hug and someone that tells me it’s gon be alright

wenn sich die sonnenstrahlen in den wolken brechen, will ich dein gesicht betrachten; auf jeden deiner herzschläge kommen zwei von mir

be with someone you can grow with.