i feel like im in the sims where it takes 5 hours to make pasta and then u have to immediately go to bed
(via civilwhore)
You convince me of things I cannot convince myself of. That I’m beautiful. That I can be loved. That I am doing something right.
-T. // excerpt from a letter I’ll never send #21 (via logicaldreamer)
What’s the point of trying unless you’re going to do it well
So get off my back if I’m a god damn misery
And let it bleed