A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.
I will reblog this every single time
I am so tired of being called a pussy for not having sex with a girl I went out with for the first time.
Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.
Avoiding people. I avoid people that I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia, but it’s also a habit.
sometimes I have days where I feel like a piece of shit who uses people for my own benefit or gain
other times I have days where I feel completely useless with nothing to give
and yet other times I just have days.