Yaşım ilerledikçe mutluluğun sakin sabahlar, temiz bir ortam, erken yatmak, güvenli bir ev ve enerjimi tüketmeyen insanlardan ibaret olduğunu daha çok anlıyorum.
i’m so grateful for the times when i’m included, like when someone saves me a seat, invites me even if i can’t go, or asks me to join a group photo. these simple gestures mean a lot to me. it’s the little things that matter most. they don’t cost anything but mean everything
Uyku düzenin yok, iyiymis gibi gozukmeye calisiyosun, yalniz hissediyosun, hayattan keyif alamiyosun, eski sarkilari dinliyosun, hatta hayal dahi kuramiyosun
nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between “things will get better” and “i can’t handle this anymore.” it’s like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day