friends to lovers is highkey the healthiest and most romantic trope. to know that someone has loved you platonically before they did romantically is just
first base is me actually replying to you on time, second base is me telling you why i hate men so much, third base is me telling you about my past and my childhood, fourth base is me confessing my feelings for you. unfortunately nobody makes it past second base
normalize leaving people to avoid empathy burnout. yes, i love you, but i am tired of having to ask you to consider me, and i am tired of you not seeing where you went wrong.
la parte más solitaria de superar algo es cuando por fin dejas de hablar del tema para no aburrir a tus amigos, y todo el mundo asume que ya estás bien, pero tú sigues teniendo la misma guerra en la cabeza en absoluto silencio
i think one of the worst parts about having a chronic mental illness is your friends will ask what’s making you sad so they can support you but there’s nothing. there’s nothing Wrong, it’s just my brain and you can’t fix that