cumprimentando as visitas que vão no meu quarto
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this entry in a ‘what would happen if the internet went down tomorrow’ contest has been making me laugh since 2009
I eat romantic shit up. If I were asked to just sit on a roof and look at the stars id probably internally combust
i still don’t understand why recovery isn’t romanticized more. getting better after being at your lowest point? working hard and doing what it takes to feel safe again? knowing that occasional dips aren’t the end of the world? changing yourself and ridding your life of toxic behavior/people? i’m sorry that sounds better than any edgy miserable story i’ve ever heard.
















