“…και που λες, της άρεσαν τα βιβλία, τα καρέλια, το σεξ και ο καφές. Επίγεια κόλαση σε σώμα αγγέλου.”

this coffee tastes like i can still have a beautiful life

to be treated well without asking for it, hits different

I always figure it out on my own, i just need to panic first

βγαίνουμε στα μπαλκόνια για τσιγάρο

κοιτάζουμε έξω, σκόνη

κοιτάζουμε μέσα, σκόνη

είμαστε ένα πλάνο από ταινία του χιτσκοκ

If you don't heal yourself, anyone you meet will bring out the worst in you.

staying over at your parents is like. wow I’ve spent some of the worst times of my life here feeling trapped and alone. I’m so glad I don’t live here anymore. I’m so sad I’ll never live in the same house as my siblings ever again. I miss being a child. I miss living with my family. or maybe I miss the concept of a happy family. the idea of something I never truly had. I’ve cried in this bed so many times. things have changed so much. I feel the ghosts of my younger selves in this room still. it’s good to be home.

Κι ήταν ωραία τα μάτια σου

Αλλά δεν ήξερες που να κοιτάξεις

Ριτσος

i deeply belong to myself

sometimes u gotta ask yourself

1. is it really that deep 2. do i need to make a situation out of this 3. if i do make a big deal out of this, what would be accomplished

Maybe God ruined your plans so your plans wouldn’t have ruined you.

why isn’t anyone allowed to be wrong anymore? it’s okay to be wrong. being wrong, and realizing you were wrong, is how you learn and grow.

— Unknown

It's time to start making people understand it's a fucking privilege to be in your life

u ever get sad for younger u

like someone shoulda helped u bby

u didn’t deserve it

mental health status: need to look at the sea for hours and stay quiet