I'm glad you're here

you can move on without forgiving them

I love drunk me but I don’t trust her

I love soft boys and their gentle voices, their quick, nimble hands and their thin wrists and the way they get lost in their own thoughts. The waif-like boys, the ones who pick wildflowers and just want to be held sometimes. The ones that were called fragile and quiet. The ones that wanted nothing more than to be ordinary so perhaps, perhaps, people would stop looking at them like a sideshow attraction. I wish they knew that vulnerability is strength too. That they’re beautiful and deserve warmth. That you have this girl’s heart, forever and always. 💖

sleeping is so hard when you can’t stop thinking

instagram friends? paradoksalan

I’m not the mom friend, I’m the dad friend: tries to take care of his friends but is too distant and emotionally clumsy to be any good at it