More Trisha Stumps. She’s Kinda My Muse Lol

I transitioned from a girl whose lips couldn't move fast enough. to a boy who the dance floor didn't love

smoked the type of weed that makes you accept that there will always be beauty and pain in everything, and the only thing you can do about it is welcome their co-existence

Sometimes, all we really need is to be heard without having to fight for it.

I brought up how I felt—disconnected, unsure, a little tired of carrying the weight of unspoken things. And for once, I wasn’t met with defensiveness or silence. I was met with understanding. With effort. With a gentle “let’s fix this.”

It reminded me that love shouldn’t feel like walking on eggshells. It shouldn’t leave you questioning your worth or your voice. Sometimes, the simplest conversations can feel like healing.

I’m learning that being heard without having to explain myself twice is a kind of love I didn’t know I needed. I don’t need perfect. I just need real.

Emotional affair

Overly sincere

losing appetite because you're sad is the worst feeling ever.

i hold resentment deep in my chest and it eats me from the inside out

i wish i wasn’t jealous of people for having things they deserve

Everyone is rightfully tired of my shit I wish I could curl up into a little ball and shrink until I disappear

The question is, I suppose, are you ready to accept it if it doesn’t come from where you want it to?

I think sometimes we become blind to the love we so desperately crave when it doesn’t come from the place we want it to.

The love was there, and is there, you just have to look beyond your desired horizon.

So exhausted ):

I hate Christmas