| 26 | Texas |
anyway here’s wonderwall
I only ever want the simple and small things. A bowl of fruit. To exist comfortably. To be accepted. To be loved. To eat nice food. To laugh as much as I can.
I have a distinct memory of laying in my bed as a kid and wishing with all my heart that I would get hurt. That I would get into a bad car crash or I’d disappear. So my parents would cry and realize they didn’t cherish me enough.
I find it sad that younger me thought she had to get hurt to feel loved.
x2s:
sorry for being intense about everything, it’ll happen again
IF THE ROUTINE NO LONGER SERVES, YOU MUST ALTER THE PATTERN, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?? YOUR LIFE STARTS WITH YOU
holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror
Ok but hear me out…
What if I’m scared?
do it scared