malemolençia.

anxiety is so weird like why is my mental illness in my stomach

as above (insane in the head) so below (insane in the pussy)

Vorrei che tu fossi qui a passarmi le mani tra i capelli, mentre la mia testa poggia sulle tue gambe.

slow sex, dark room with LEDs, soft songs and eye contact

Tumblr still feels like my safe place after so many years

far scivolare le mie dita sui tuoi fianchi mentre siamo sdraiati sul letto e senza vestiti

perdonare qualcuno in silenzio per poi evitarlo e non parlarci più è la massima forma di amor proprio che esista

It’s so self-destructing to accept people in your life who’re not actively making efforts to heal from past trauma and pain or who aren’t already healed. It is so self-destructing to stay in relationships with people who’re not doing right by us, who do not live up to the name we call them by. I am learning that a lot of us subconsciously have a “come as you are “ heart and mind because we believe we are capable of fixing everyone or we believe because we aren’t yet the best versions of ourselves we have no right to desire that in others. The truth is you do deserve people who are the best versions of themselves, not because you’re perfect but because you’re worthy of that.

certe volte sento come se non stessi combinando niente e fossi completamente sola, e questo mi soffoca

finché il mio cuore e la mia mente reggono faccio finta che nulla mi tocchi

you can do everything right and still feel sad at night