safe space

babe, you made a boy cry. or at least that's what the other boy told you so be fucking proud of yourself.  make 'em pay queen.  and you know what get something good out of this because all this damage that has been caused to you cannot be lost in vain make something good come out of it without affecting your mental health.  love and blessings, your worst critic. 

i know that nobody really here is there to have your back and probably no one ever will be i think i am one of those persons who will always be alone no matter what and there might be people coming and going out of my life, i know i will try to hold on to them maybe even force them to have me by their back and get close to them, help them, show empathy, drain all my energy on them, cry because of them because i really do i really do care. and then in a snap of a finger, they will be out and non-existent and none of this will ever even matter but just in that moment it feels like no matter how many bad days you have had and will have you hope for that one single good day but babe let me remind you that they are gonna get you nothing, you need to find happiness from within yourself, from your actions, your thoughts. overthinking and creating a godly image of someone person will not stop them from treating you like shit. so babe know your worth because they dont. they never will. and nobo...

i have in life beauty, money and healthy relationships 

  dying to take a trip completely and totally spontaneously. i want to grab my tattered backpack, shove my favorite book in it, scrounge up whatever savings i have left, and just ride a train across all of Europe, stresses and everyday responsibilities be damned. i want a night that kaleidoscopes with seeing the Louvre for the first time and exploring the Catacombs of Paris until the soles of my shoes have worn thin. i want to just leave.

  i don’t have high standards all i want is someone who listens to me ramble about books for hours and who would read the books i’m reading and watch the comfort shows i’m watching and take me on romantic joyrides and hold hands on rooftops and look down at the sprawling city like it’s made out of paper and every inch is another chapter we can write for ourselves

  pls drink a lot of wine and be extraordinarily well read and buy too much perfume and write a few too many love letters and spread affection and poetry wherever you go

  One thing is certain, and I have always known it — the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and evening light, music, poetry, silence,