Nobody knows my next move. Not even me.

if you haven’t, i hope you fall in love with life again. i hope you wake up with a happy sigh, hope you feel like doing things you enjoy, hope you are surrounded by people who make you feel safe, hope you smile at yourself in the mirror.

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

The amount of times I say ‘I know baby’ to myself in a day whenever I feel sad or disappointed like I don’t know what to make of this

there is so much content about changing your life or becoming and it’s like whatever man you’re missing what’s right in front of you. Imperfection is forever.

I want to be devoured. With intention.

i need to like.. ummm.. give head.. for my own pleasure

you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way