The saddest thing about having birthday as an adult is that you know that not even your mother will give you a gift, or bake a cake, it's just you and yourself.
What gets to me is thinking that I truly imagined marrying him, having two kids, living in a house with a big yard, a pool, a beautiful garden! Cooking Sunday lunch for our family while watching him teach our son to play soccer the way he used to. My dream was to take his last name, to be his, to wear beautiful dresses, laugh with him, kiss him, and be happier than ever just because of our little family.
And in the end, he only traumatized me, made me become hypersexual, hypersexualized myself, because I never knew what it was like to be loved, only desired.
I hate who I’ve become, and I hate him.
the realization this brought me made me cry actual tears.. [not mine]
Sorry for having symptoms of a mental illness I literally told you I have it will happen again
brazilian bombshell?
Euphoria (2019) ✧.*
thought once i had an iphone I would take so much aesthetic pics
i barely open the camera
pinterest finds x