Some souls feel each other, even miles apart
Ich mag nicht, wie es sich gerade anfühlt. Ich kann es nicht benennen. und muss es dennoch hereinbitten und zulassen, es auffordern, Platz zu nehmen, sich auszubreiten. das Fremde fühlen: alles in mir sträubt sich dagegen. Also nenne ich es Angst
Source: mollherz
My mental health is absolutely testing me again.
sometimes you listen to an orchestra and you’re like maybe the magic i stopped believing in when i was eleven does exist in some form
I used to wanna save everybody. Now I really just wanna save what’s left of myself.
*has one uncomfortable interaction*
*is fucked up for 3 days*
my body is a group project and no one is doing their part correctly
they should invent a type of sleeping where you wake up and feel rested
“I’ve never dealt with anything more difficult than my soul; sometimes I lose, sometimes I win.”
— Sufyān ath-Thawrī | Sīyar ‘A'lam al-Nubāla, (v. 7, p. 258)
It's gonna work out. It's gonna work out. It's gonna work out.
“I don’t want you to save me. I want you to stand by my side as I save myself.”
— Unknown
