think of me when you see the moon.

I know I’m unlovable, you don’t have to tell me

I hate when I drink all of my drink and there's no drink left. What the fuckkkkkkk. #sickandtwisted

‘‘Gelememeyi sen anlat, gidememeyi ben anlatayım. Gözüm değil gönlüm kaldı. Beklemek değil özlemek yordu. Hani derler ya, aşk arafta bir yoldu; giden gitti, dönen yoktu.’’ Ve mektubunun sonuna ekler Nazım Hikmet: ‘‘Herkese selam, sana hasret.’’

because who am i if i don‘t give my entire heart everytime?

why is everyone so mean. how aren’t you tired

rage room date when

my sensitivity feels like a curse

i am a lover with or without a lover because love is who i am, not who i'm with.

sick to my fucking stomach for all the times i begged to be loved and seen by anyone lmao

my biggest red flag is how mean i can be when i'm overstimulated

that nonchalant shit ain't for me, you better act like you can't breathe without me.

heavily interested in being the only girl you know