Growing up is actually just enjoying the exact same things you enjoyed at 14 years old, but in a more gay way
merry crisis
I'm convinced mama dragons carry their babies around in their mouth for protection, like how crocodiles do...
What am I? Just a paradox. I am insecure to the point I hate myself but I do love myself to the point of insanity, I can talk till sunrise one day and won't even speak about anything the other, one moment I am laughing like a mad person, next, I am crying without any reason. Something between a hopeless romantic and a strong independent woman. This is what I am. Just a paradox.
staying over at your parents is like. wow I’ve spent some of the worst times of my life here feeling trapped and alone. I’m so glad I don’t live here anymore. I’m so sad I’ll never live in the same house as my siblings ever again. I miss being a child. I miss living with my family. or maybe I miss the concept of a happy family. the idea of something I never truly had. I’ve cried in this bed so many times. things have changed so much. I feel the ghosts of my younger selves in this room still. it’s good to be home.