i take a step back from people once i realize they're perceiving me very incorrectly. I’m not about to convince anybody of who I am.

no more begging

me and my brain are not having a good time

I love a “talk to me, what’s wrong” type of person

Losing people is like a routine now..

la mia comfort zone è diventata così stretta che ormai vivo ogni interazione esterna come un'intrusione non autorizzata. non so se sia pace o se stia solo diventando incapace di stare al mondo

i’m boreddddd let’s forgive ourselves for our failures

My type of man is one who protects me emotionally and fucks me wildly.

I feel like I'm trapped in a cage I can't escape from

if you don’t get excited about my tits, do you like me tho?

"I missed you" hits differently when you were missing that person too.

I come on tumblr to talk to myself publicly