In The Waiting Room For You. Ml.

there’s no hands playing with my tits rn what an outrage

need someone who’s violently possessive over me right now or i’m gonna die

before i feel anger for my father i feel pity for him. and before that i feel pride. i hope he knows that he is a god in my eye. i love my father.

You don’t have to be healed to deserve the good things in your life.

-Josue Camargo

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there is a special kind of loneliness that comes at the end of summer. even as the sun’s warmth lingers, there’s a quiet feeling that something has slipped away. like the last echo of laughter carried off by the wind. this time of year always brings a touch of sadness & melancholy but within that sadness, there’s also this strange comfort. a hope that despite the ending, new beginnings are just around the corner