the sorrow you feel when missing someone you can no longer see or embrace hits quite differently.
expect that if someone can't love someone else right, they can't love themselves right either.
“Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you.”
— David Henry Hwang, M. Butterfly
that tranquilly and satisfaction you've felt after choosing to be kind in spite of the hardships and difficulties you are facing.
The relationship between a girl and the random shit on her bedside table
it's sad to think about the fact that you want to do, learn, or achieve a lot, but you have no motivation to do anything at all.
i don't want to get to the point where i will be drained because of the career.
Autumn in Switzerland 🍂