Life sucks & then you die.

A concept: me, 5 years on T, lounging under my messy duvet with my faded top-surgery scars brushing against it. I am covered in tattoos and my house plants are thriving

despite everything, it’s still you (derogatory)

I need you to promise me one thing, no matter what. When we’re happy and when we’re fighting. Even if we decide to be together forever. I don’t need extravagant gestures or expensive gifts or fancy words. There’s only one thing I need you to promise me. When I’m sad, when you’re sad, when I say I’m going to leave, and if I actually leave. No matter how in love with each other we are, when we’re so comfortable with each other we feel like the same person. I still need you to promise me one thing. Promise me you’ll never stop trying.

U ever think about someone and it turns ur insides into ur outsides ur so fragile and soft for them

do you ever want to check up on someone but it’s just not ur place anymore