I feel like to love and care for someone is my favourite thing in life, I love all the small things you can do to make someone feel the love you have for them, like making them a nice meal, brushing hair out of their face or holding them while they fall asleep. Not being able to do that is hard.

I feel like my whole life I’ve wanted so much for people to like me, but I don’t even really know what the point of that it is. It’s hard to imagine a purpose if it isn’t validated by other people. But I can’t live my life through other peoples wishes.

It's threads like these that make me come back to Misc...

deep.

cute

this is the good stuff

I feel like everyone is scrambling to make sense of their own life, assigning some kind of value to it, finding a sense of belonging to a community, a cause or a goal. For most people, having children is their legacy, their contribution to the world that will continue once after they’ve left. But is that all there really is? Find a mate, reproduce, and die? Does any of the s*** in between even matter?

She was bad for me. But she was the most amazing thing I’ve ever had. Ain’t that a b****.

nah shes not. ur the most amazing thing u got. love urself

I love when people hate me I've learned that people hate real niggas