Lemoncake

brain-food:

These are the kinda nights that I need to hear someone tell me i’m beautiful, or they miss me, or they are proud of me, or something that would simmer down all the negative things i’m saying about myself in my head. Its not because i’m lingering in the pool of low self esteem, its just when you’re tired and you’ve drained yourself to the core all the little nice bits, positive bits, and sweet bits drained away as well. So you’re left grinding against absolutely nothing and you tend to feel like nothing. Being told anything sweet goes a long way from feeling nothing, to feeling something.