shelter from the storm
My name is Hannah, I live in Stuttgart.
"Perhaps most of all, though, you deserve to be okay. You deserve to know that a day in which you can just barely get out of bed because you are sad, or sick, or simply not ready to see the outside is not the end of the world. You deserve to know that moments of weakness do not make you fundamentally weak, only fundamentally human, and that sometimes we’re not going to be effusively happy, and that is okay."
What You Deserve
"He was talking about a gorgeous woman he’d dated for a while. “You know when you buy a perfect piece of fruit? Like one of those peaches that’s so luscious looking it could be on the cover of a magazine? But then you bite into it, which you sort of hate to do because it’s so beautiful looking, and it has almost no taste at all. You can’t believe it, so you keep taking bigger and bigger bites waiting for the great flavor to hit, but it never does. It’s the damndest thing— how could something so amazing looking have so little flavor?"