propagandas i unfortunately fell for:
- i was born sick
- i need to be youthfully felt cause god i never felt young
- so much of the livin babe is the being unknown
- trapped within an abstract
- iʼm somewhere outside my life babe i keep scratching but somehow i canʼt get in
you’re allowed to fall in love during your healing process btw, someone will love the unhealed version of you. you’re worthy of love even when you’re not the best version of yourself.