now what if c was to send me a poem / text about what I don’t want him to be. what do I do with it?
i think as adults it’s our responsibility to be nice to kids and treat them with the respect we wish we got at that age and im not kidding or exaggerating in the least
angry because I can’t find any therapy session next week
it fucking sucks how you can do all the therapy and self healing in the world and you still have to wake up living under a capitalist death cult that’s killed community and crushes your soul
congrats you want to live and be happy
bad news the world doesn’t want that for you
I’ll still love fully and crawl to hope until my body gives out anyway I guess
tonight is one year without c. I can’t believe life went on. one year is nothing.
anniversaire à célébrer demain à 22h: un an de deuil.
“i dont wanna be a soldier” you are swiss. like 0 risk of that happening my man
break my arms around the one i love
poem: Shauna BarbosaGPS art: @mmelodyj / unknown / Ainslie HogarthMotherthing / Keaton St. JamesHISTORY STUDENT FALLS IN LOVE WITH ASTRO PHYSICS STUDENT / @555w4 / unknown / Ada LimónThe Good Fight / @sunsbleeding
c and helsinki inspiring me. the warmth of cs thought makes it enjoyable to walk under the snow.
“rolling down my window so you can take pictures of the sunset” is my love language
im glad I got to fully appreciate the way I grew up and the way I was hurt by this world. I swear people will never get it and I’m glad I went through all of this because I swear I’m a good person. and I’m not a good person in spite, I am in full spirit. I get to chose my actions. people will literally never understand what it took me to be this human to a world that failed to present some humanity to me. im glad I kept my true heart and never let people turn me into the things they put me through