nichts wie's mal war

Letting go creates space for better things

i want us to meet again. later on. when we are older and kinder.

strech marks, freckles, spots, and scars are all what make you human. your body is beautiful.

oversized shirt with no pants on and messy hair, i mean, perfection.

I love deep talks. Like, hell yeah, tell me about why you'd prefer to talk to your mom rather than your dad. Tell me about your favourite lyrics in the songs you listen to everyday and why they're your favourite. Tell me about the dog you had when you were growing up and how he was your best friend. Tell me about what kind of books you like to read when you're alone in your room. Tell me about the things you think about right before you fall asleep. Tell me anything and everything.

can we fuck and fall in love as friends until we're ready

hm sometimes i wish i was one of those people who moves thousands of miles away and never looks back and has a ton of adventures unmoored from their past and where they’re from but i can’t help looking back and i’m deeply, fervently defined by every person, thing, or place i’ve ever loved