— to the stars, my sun

I often don’t say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you’d never guess from looking at me.

Remove yourself from those one-sided friendships where you are the only one putting in the effort.

Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.

Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other.

in this world it’s sleeb or be sleeben

me playing dragon age inquisition: ah yes, the hinterlands. if you take this random dirt path to the right, you’ll reach a pillar that, if you run around it three times, you’ll have to fight a demon. if you take this random dirt path to the left, you’ll reach a bear that will fuck your team up.