"The world was my oyster, but I used the wrong fork."
— Oscar Wilde.
My obsession with unhealthy things has led me down a self-destructing path, and I have not, as of yet, fully brought myself to regret it yet. I have one [best] friend, and I'm completely fine with that. I'm not a total recluse, but I wouldn't mind becoming one. At the same time, I don't want to be alone. I can't make up my mind.
This blog: Fandom(s). Writing. Reading. Sex. Cats. Disorders. Harm. Possibly triggering, but in no way promoting.
My entire mindset has changed. The change, for the most part, was good. I am open to everything [with that line, I feel I must say: don't be stupid. be reasonable and considerate], and I try to be honest. The bad I won't get into just because I feel that it is obvious.
Also, my name is Bree.
❝Close your eyes and imagine the best version of you possible. That’s who you really are, let go of any part of you that doesn’t believe it. ❞
- C. Assaad (via a-living-world)