Who Am I If I Am Not Likable?

„if they wanted to, they would“

yes, but you can‘t expect someone to know how you feel loved. everyone’s perception of love is different. you still have to communicate how you feel, what you care about, how you feel valued and seen. don‘t throw away something that could turn out great just because it doesn‘t fit right from the beginning.

does anyone know if we have to face our unjustified anger and desrie to be loved in return tomorrow

Yearning not even for anyone in particular I just want sighhhhhhhh

underneath everything that is deeply wrong with me is snoopy. he is me. i am him. he is the only reminder that the child whose life i once lived continues to live through me now

I love my friends so much. How blessed am I to have people who choose me again and again despite not sharing my blood. I hope I get to choose them again and again forever, too.

what the hell brah

You know how to love someone, but you don't know how to believe that someone loves you, and that is your tragedy.

Who up thinking about their best friend who is also lowkey something more but also it’s complicated but also it’s unofficial but also it’s really simple but also it’s just a mutual pining but also but also but also

on the blr instead of locking in for finals

Is it normal to miss people the way I do

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.