mental illness made me so desperate for joy that i forgot it was this simple… feeling the ocean against your skin… a really good guitar riff… sun on your back… holding the door for a stranger… a cold shower on a hot day…….. the world is like a cradle and i am just a little baby. eyes wide open there is so much to see
“I think I might always be in some kind of love with you.”— F. Cabanes
My entire personality may be a trauma response, but at least I’m kinky and slutty about it.
Daddy’s favorite kind of girl.
hate 2 say it but british ppl had the right idea with saying whats all this then. like literally whats all this then
