Andrés Cerpa, “The Vault”
You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.
“I crave your legs intertwined with mine, I crave nothing but you, in the most simplest of ways.”
— (via makelvenotwar)
“I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.”
—
Charlotte Brontë,
Jane Eyre
I grew up believing that I was hard to love — and that any sort of kindness was lost on someone like me.
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A͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ i͓̽ d͓̽o͓̽n͓̽'t͓̽ k͓̽n͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ t͓̽o͓̽ s͓̽t͓̽o͓̽p͓̽
me:
my brain: dont worry if things go wrong you can always kill yourself :))))))