She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.
not killing myself is a personal achievement but you cant really brag about that at dinner parties
Kissing is something that makes up for a lot of other crap you have to put up with. It can be confusing and weird and awkward, but sometimes it just makes you melt and forget everything that is going on.
Anxiety is wanting to ask your partner a million questions as to why they’re with you, why they say they care about you, and so on.
Depression is not thinking you’re worth enough to even ask those questions, let alone be with them.
and having both of them is the definition of hell
"Weed is a gateway drug" I say as a portal to another dimension is opened