i love taking care of others, i really do, but sometimes i wish someone would take care of me

you know the saddest thing is i’m never ever ever surprised by someone disappointing me anymore, im just mad at myself for expecting more than they’re capable of.

i don’t have a type, if we click we click

"Du bist nicht allein", sagen sie, aber warum fühle ich mich dann so?

i’d love the opportunity to fumble you catastrophically

maybe if i isolate myself enough my desire for intimacy will go away

Why do I always have to be the understanding one?

when i get more active on tumblr thats how you know im getting insane again

who up wasting their only shot at life through complete and utter inaction

Wer auf deutsch Malte heißt, heißt auf Englisch Drew.

Es ist die Spaßgetränk-Ähnlichkeit der Namen. Club Ma(l)te und Mountain D(r)ew

was zur Hölle. also, ja, aber. was zur Hölle.

I need a hug and six months of sleep