lissette

the sunlight on my windowsill and the air on my face is enough to make me peaceful

some days I feel so terrible I dont know if i’ll be able to survive and some days I have so much hope for myself and the future that I feel like my heart will burst

i think about your eyes a lot

the main problem with this time of year is the irresistible urge to get fully into bed at like 5:34 pm and outside is like yesss, yesss do it, it's what you deserve yesss. like is it depression or is it just november

forgive me father for sometimes i just say things

i love cold room and lots of blanket

can u give me a moment i'm being tormented by my chemically imbalanced brain

”match my freak” match my melancholy. be nostalgic about a past you weren’t even that happy in. find something to be haunted about throughout every second of your day

sorry i haven't replied i dont feel like a person

god I love being a lil fuckin weirdo in the comfort of my own house