
*☆ミan insight into my personality. she’s pretty, but she overthinks films☆ミ*


oh to be loved by someone who looks at you and still sees the little girl you used to be. i fear i will never be normal about fathers and daughters. the way he struggles to let her grow up while knowing he has to let her go. and maybe that’s what growing up is, realising your parents are just people who are trying to figure out how to love you through every version of yourself. anyway i’m 18 and suddenly need to call my dad.

