my heart seems to be constantly drenching in this everlasting feeling of pain and sorrow

made the mistake of weighing myself on carpet today. frick my life i thought i was model type skinny

do u guys ever have an “i need my mom” moment but realize that even if u went to her she wouldn’t comfort u

the struggle deciding between rebranding ur aesthetic or just creating a whole different blog

is it ungrateful to not like when someone comforts you? i seek understanding instead.

this lingering, indescribable feeling that seeps into my chest just doesn’t seem to go away.

at least i did one thing right; downloaded tumblr

i wish wearing pigtails as a teenager wasn’t so sexualized because they’re so cute i wanna wear them

knowing that Gods faithful prophets, such as king david, also experienced depression deeply comforts my soul because it makes me feel less guilty.

my soul is exceeding sorrowful unto the point of death.

- mark 14:34

my fav way to not hate on myself is by replacing the words ‘dumb’ or ‘stupid’ with ‘silly’

“im so silly” after i literally do the most stupid thing ever

i go to a twice concert in 2 weeks, i’m so excited to see my wife (momo) 🥹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹