This is the door to my heart, take a look...

hey are you busy for the next 50 years? I’d like to sit on the porch with you and watch the sunsets

every time i start to feel cringe for being too deep in the hyperfixation i remember the intense depression i have waded through and have to remind myself that enjoyment is fleeting (so grab it with both hands), and life is for loving (so hold that love close), and if anyone thinks i’m cringe they must not be having a very good time (and i hope they can find a good time soon).

Healing from trauma is hard. Please quit beating yourself up for any mistakes you’ve made in the process or any bumps in the road. 

I’m so happy that you’ve chosen to stay another day.

winter has come once again to teach me things i don’t want to know about myself

me listening to my spotify wrapped playlist like, wow this music is so good whoever made this playlist has banging taste

"Villain era," I hiccup between sobs as I'm forced to assert basic boundaries for my mental well being.

little miss obsessed with love because she has never properly experienced it and still believes in the idealized version that she created in her mind