₊°𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳˓˚

Somewhere between the stars, there’s a world where I finally feel at home.

Some nights, I feel like my soul doesn’t belong to this world; like another version of me is still waiting in a distant universe.

Maybe in another world.

The devil couldn’t reach me so he made sure every-time | get excited about something, it never works out.

I just want a little silence in my brain.

Let’s meet again in a better world.

“How traumatized are you?” When beautiful things happen to me, I get nervous.

I wish I could temporarily kill myself to see if i like it or not.

trying to fix my sleep schedule but the world is so nice and quiet from 12 to 5 am.

Who am i without my midnight overthinking?