I’m at a point where I feel BAD for wanting basic things like having breakfast. I feel BAD because I’m sitting in the comfort of my own home while people in Gaza are suffering. I feel bad. I really feel bad.
sending pictures is a love language. If I like you i’ll send u everything. Work, food, when I look damn good, gym, when I’m stressed af… & I expect same.
Laughing until your stomach hurts, seeing your parents after a long time apart, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin, dipping in the ocean on a hot day, a comfortable bed after a long day and back tickles while you fall asleep. Joys of living.