Being Alive Is Like: You Want To Go Home. You Don't Know Where Home Is. You Want To Go Home. You Don't

i hope everything gets easier soon. or at least funnier.

we exist for love btw

kinda tired fighting for a life i don’t even want

eu engoli o seu silêncio junto com o nó na minha garganta.

e eu senti o gosto amargo do vazio que restou onde antes só havia amor.

by Alicia

i hate when people ask how i’m doing like.. horrible. next question

growing up really is scary, deep down I’m still the same as when I was 16 and with no idea of what to do or how to start. and I’m stuck in my head while life goes on