Fai_Ryy
Game of Thrones Daily
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Claire Keane
noise dept.
Stranger Things
taylor price
h
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

oozey mess
ojovivo

No title available

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
No title available

roma★
art blog(derogatory)
todays bird
macklin celebrini has autism
🪼
No title available
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from Pakistan

seen from Singapore
seen from Belarus
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from Slovenia
seen from Türkiye
seen from Canada
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Australia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Pakistan

seen from United States
@jealous-bitch
*wants to make friends* *is too scared to start any kind of conversation* *hopes someone one day will find you interesting enough to randomly talk to u* *frets about not being interesting* *repeat*
I need more friends, but please be patient with me because I tend to overthink a lot and can be timid at times. It doesn’t mean that I’m disinterested, I swear (´;Д;`)
So many hours alone inside my head that human connection now loads like a legendary item with a 0.01% spawn rate
How do you constantly carry all this emptiness inside before closing your eyes and falling asleep?
I’m having to come to terms with the fact that I’ve probably got a severe case of excoriation disorder which has plagued me for the majority of my childhood and young adult years. I literally can’t help but to scrape off scabs that form on my skin. I NEED my skin to feel smooth or else I’ll spiral. I’ll even go as far as to carve the scabs out with scissors if they’re too tough for my nails to dig out…;-;
I keep reminiscing on my early years as a 13-14 year old and at the time I guess I truly didn’t know how good I had it. I’d probably break down crying if I was physically capable, but I’m so used to these feelings of emptiness and woe that I don’t even bother anymore.
i wish i didn't care what others thought of me. i wish it didn't matter so much to me.
I am controlled by fear. It bleeds into my everyday life, how I interact with people, how I express myself, etc. I don’t want to be a coward, but I can’t help but to be paralyzed by fear over the simplest things. Despite my attempts to be brave, things always circle back to feeling afraid again. It’s a never-ending cycle.
A part of me is missing
hate the idea that not relating to some vague concept of a supposedly intrinsic (heterosexual and feminine) cultural "girlhood" somehow makes me less of a woman lmao. plus not every culture under the sun even has things like ~learning makeup or ~dating boys or ~watching romcoms or whatever b a part of being a girl. either way, tired of some women acting like that means theres something wrong w me and i didnt go through those years in the right way
“No one’s coming to save you.” I know, but I still wish that wasn’t the case.
I hate my body and I hate my face. I hate this town
Real
I wonder what stage of envy is saying “I have to kill myself” every time I see pictures of pretty people online.
More and more I’m starting to realize that guys are only “friends” with you if it means they can get something more out of it. God forbid you aren’t head over heels for them within the first five seconds of getting to know them because then they’ll just up and leave without saying anything. I’m sick of this shit, man.