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Why is it always so hard to accept feeling appreciated, like there is always that small doubt in your mind that makes you go “no one wants me around them or thinks I’m annoying.”
The voices are telling me to go back to the land of sheep, cobblestone houses, beautiful gothic buildings and ginger beer. I do not understand why I am so fixed on England, I just am. I am currently thinking about running there, where-ever in that beautiful country, and leaving the future I have in my state. Maybe for a year but hopefully forever. I can’t think of anything I would like better than being there.
Speed sheep, come back please
Ma reggeli alakítás:
Állok a fürdőszobában a tükör előtt, megszólalok jó hangosan: "Ma is qrva jól nézel ki"
Anya a folyosóról: "Te kinek beszélsz?"
Én: "Magamnak. Most tartom a kicsit jobban szeretem magam sessiont, hogy utána egész nap nyugodtan tudjam utálni magam. De! Ti is qrva jól néztek ki."
*anya egy pizsamában olyan fáradt fejjel, hogy azta qrva, öcsém meg a falnak dőlve még félig alvásban*
Waking up everyday while realizing myself as a noob : " Sup , new skills ! Here I come !!"
I hope I can think like that forever .