I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

You know how to love someone, but you don't know how to believe that someone loves you, and that is your tragedy.

The romanticism of undressing someone and seeing their curves and edges and birthmarks and scars and moles and freckles and kissing every single one of them like you’re thanking their body for existing, for choosing to be seen by you.

Girls will say, "I needed this" and it's literally just rewatching Pride and Prejudice (2005).

disabled people who do not directly "contribute" to society and need large amounts of care and resources to survive deserve not only to survive but to have comfort, stability, and fun within their lives while they do. no compromises.