you are a celestial being
you are made of love and stardust
and there is somebody that smiles every time they hear your name
you are precious
please treat yourself kindly
and remember that you are one of the universe’s few remaining treasures
I want to spoil her. Give her everything that she wants but doesn’t need. I want to mend the pieces in her heart that have been broken by those who never cared what happened to it. I want to show her life through my eyes. Give her enough light so that she will never be swallowed by darkness. I can feel myself coming out of my shell when I am around her. I’m opening myself up to trust, honesty, and a passion that my skin has never experienced.
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then