I am so afraid that I am going to waste so much of my life being sad when I should be living. And not just living, but living vibrantly and loudly. I want to read more, travel more, learn more and talk to more people without feeling held back by the confines of my body. I no longer want to feel like I am drowning, sinking, falling or being swallowed up whole by something monstrous. I want to feel alive, lovely and brilliant, even for a moment

*Goes down on you but cutely*

*pounds your ass but worries about your mental health*

*tells you you’re a dirty slut but afterwards reminds you you’re strong and beautiful and are wonderful in every way

@127z

Does anyone else get those random rushes of motivation like, “I’m gonna be so fucking successful dammit, watch me”

best 20 minutes of the year