Deine Haut ist so blass wie dein Lachen und deine Stimme ist so gebrechlich wie dein Herz.
Everything reminds me of you.
Missing you when you’re not here. (via italian-luxury)
Source: italian-luxury.co
Book that ticket and get lost in a city where you don’t know a soul. Because sometimes getting lost will help you find yourself.
Hedonist Poet (via hedonistpoet)
danibananiboo-deactivated201904
“I’m not ignoring you intentionally I just have no motivation to respond the way that I feel you deserve” - a novel by me.
barefootmoongoddess
THIS.
I think I might be the saddest happy person and the meanest nice person to ever exist
I remember not wanting to get out of bed, and everyone yelling at me to stop going to sleep so late. But it wasn’t that, I was not tired at all. I was sad, I was so very sad that even getting out of bed seemed pointless to me. It was hard, being so sad that it became a struggle to get up in the mornings.
A.M.// sadness really fucking hurts (via beschaedigung)
If you’re terrified that everyone you love is going to realize that you’re a horrible person and leave you clap your hands
uglyslut1-deactivated20211120
but its funny how we hate ourselves but then we see other people hating themselves and we’re like nO NO DONT DO THAT NO
