“Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn’t, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.”
— Emma Forrest, Your Voice in My Head (via splitterherzen)
ain’t no friendship like a friendship where you’re either confused as siblings or gay lovers
It really annoys me that people are fine with you hating yourself but as soon as you start loving yourself all hell breaks loose. I don’t understand how having self confidence can make others so uncomfortable.