aya

i'm just a beautiful girl who always smells like sweet vanilla, with soft dark chocolate hair, blushy cheeks, glossy lips, and a shopping addiction

putting my perfume on just to sit around the house all day

God is trying to talk to me through this bruise on my leg

i really hate when people ask me "so, what are you doing these days?" because i can't say, "oh, you know, rotting in bed, suicidal thoughts, lesbian loneliness, daydreaming & yearning." so instead i just say "eh, nothing important."

forgive yourself for things you did when you didn’t know better, for things you think you could have controlled but realistically couldn’t, for things you can’t take back. let yourself heal without reopening the wounds to punish yourself every time you’re reminded of your regret.

me whenever someone mentions that i should look for a job