I love Twitter because instead of stalking photos, you stalk people's minds.

We all said “things happen for a reason” but deep down we wanted it to be different.

My toxic trait is that I don't know how to ask for help, I isolate myself, I ignore everyone and come back when I feel better.

If I tell you "tell me the truth" it is because I already know it, there is no more.

If you don't sing like crazy in the car when your favorite songs are playing, we can't be friends.

It ends when you no longer care to understand.

I apologize, but I cannot give a hundred percent trust and honesty to anyone but myself, everyone can confuse people at any time.

The moments when I can't talk with laughter are 10/10 in my life.

If you stay between me and someone else, don't choose me

Psychologically I think we are all on the edge. I’m surrounded by sad, tired, unmotivated people, with a sense of uncertainty about the horrible future ...

Black is my happy color.

Stages on Twitter: 1.) you created a Twitter account 2.) but you didn't get it 3.) so you left for a few months or years 4.) but then you came back 5.) now you're addicted and can't go a day without it 6.) night mode activated

There are people I don’t even talk to anymore but I have a special affection for them and every time I see them I think “ I hope they are doing well in life”

I have been ordering the same flavor of ice cream since I was 7 years old. That's how faithful I am

My will to live in recent years: █　　 █　 █　　 ＿ 　 　 2018 2019 2020 2021 █

the feminine urge to read an excessive amount of romance books that set your standards so high that nobody can actually meet them

normalize reading about love and intimacy in romance books but running away from them in reality.