This is so real for me. Never felt that anyone wants me for who I am. Always feeling I’m not enough, there’s always guys that’s better than me and more lovable. But. I am lovable. I am enough. But just not for anybody else. 😔

I think that’s one of the strangest things about losing someone who is still alive. Nothing disappears all at once. The person leaves first. The habits take longer. The conversations you continue inside your head take even longer. And the future might be the last thing to leave. I don’t only miss you. I miss things that never even happened. Trips we talked about but never took. Summers we never reached. Ordinary Sundays. Getting older. Going to the swimming pool, just the two of us Spending one New Year’s Eve together.

Here we go again - #🐻

Body dysmorphia was hitting hard this week, so naturally I needed to cut my own hair🥸

Nothing to say, still depressive bitch

this seems kinda ridiculous, convince me not to delete

I enjoy good vibes, great conversation and a little bit of adventure. I’m here to meet someone genuine

Confessions to the moon The most intimate thing, for me, is not kissing you, nor holding you. It's talking to you about myself. If I give you my body, I can take it back. But if I give you my thoughts, it's like giving you a piece of my heart. And when you leave, you take with you the deepest part of me — the one I'll never get back.

Ahora mismo tengo 29 años. Y solo quiero darte un consejo: Baja tu escudo. Deja que te vean. No tengas miedo de sentir. 😉

Patient satisfaction scores through the roof today ;)