the purest form of myself

„mám pocit, že ľudia si neuvedomujú význam ich slov.“

conversations in a parked car be intense as fuck.

My tumblr is what the inside of my head looks like.

I’m here for you. Through whatever, whenever.

A keď budeš mať pocit, že si sám, stále tam budem stáť, držať ťa za ruku, objímať a trhať (k)vety.

vždy, poklad. vždy

you make my heart feel all fsjajhfkjfgkjkfdg

how i can be so happy and then want to die 15 seconds later

Do you ever wish you could just reach out to someone and just ask to be held? Ask them to tell you if they love you, and to be honest about it. Ask them if you truly matter to them. Ask them to just love you. Ask for a hug because you just desperately need one? Because I do all of the time.

I know that I’ve friends. I know that they would possibly be there for me. But I still feel lonely and loveless.

Viem o ňom tak veľa a pritom tak málo.

časom pochopíš, že skutočné šťastie je len mať niekoho, komu v nedeľu ráno spravíš palacinky, preležíš s ním celý deň v posteli, zaspíš mu na ramene, poslintáš mu tričko a on ťa za to s láskou pobozká do vlasov

if you’ve ever laid in bed and cried so hard to the point where you had to cover your mouth so you didn’t make any noise, i’m so sorry

má tie najkrajšie pery aké som kedy videla a bojím sa, že už žiadne iné nebudem chcieť tak moc bozkávať