My blog, resembles my mind. As you can see, it's a mess.
how do people even put up with me like i cant even put up with me
“I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.”
do you ever look at yourself and think ‘aw cute’ but then walk two feet into a different lighting and think ‘omg nvm’