Do You Ever Feel The Need To Ask Someone If They Still Want You In Their Life Because It Always Feels

Freya being a cute auntie  (✿◠‿◠) 

My books are back again!

having parents that were really angry and petty and abusive when you were young is weird, because it makes part of you grow up to want to be kind, to generate good things, to be a source of peace and wellbeing for others; but it makes another part of you grow up to be quick, and sharp, and spiteful, and that’s always the part that shows itself first in a hard situation, so it’s a struggle between your hateful gut reactions and your wish to not add any more misery to the world. it’s a hard balance, and the people who really, really know me - i know they see that anger flash in my eyes before i quiet it, if i quiet it…i want to overcome years of conditioning, and with gentle, constant force, i know i’ll mellow it. it just takes time.

me: omg please give me attention i’m so lonely

someone: *says hi*

me: 

I want a beautiful girl with messy morning hair in an oversized t shirt and underwear sitting on top of me while we switch between talking and making out, is that too much to ask

What is life, without your arms around me? What is life without the smell of you next to me? What is life without you by my side? Cuddle me, love me and promise never to ever live my side.