phaxes
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“One day someone will ask me what made me stop believing in love and I will almost choke on your name”
— kenzie lawson
“Deep inside she knew who she was, and that person was smart, and kind, and often even funny. But somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all.”
— Julia Quinn
You tried to change, didn’t you?
Closed your mouth more,
tried to be softer, prettier,
less volatile, less awake
You can’t make homes out of human beings.
Someone should have already told you that.
Warshan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love (via alunit)
“I am a millennial. Generation Y; born between the birth of AIDS and 9/11, give or take. They call us the global generation. We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. Some say it’s because we’re the first generation where every kid gets a trophy just for showing up. Others think it’s because social media allows us to post when we fart or have a sandwich for all the world to see. But it seems our one defining trait is a numbness to the world. An indifference to suffering.
I know I did anything I could to not feel; sex, drugs, booze. Just take away the pain. Take away my mother and my asshole father and the press and all the boys I loved who wouldn’t love me back. Hell, I was gang raped and two days later I was back in class like nothing had ever happened. I mean, that must have hurt like hell, right? Most people never get over stuff like that and I was like, “Let’s go get Jamba juice!”
I would give everything I have or will ever have just to feel pain again; to hurt. Thank God for Fiona and her herb garden. One advantage of being kind of dead is that you don’t have to sweat warning labels. There was this one brown liquid that I thought made my nipples tingle for a second but I think it was psychosematic because I polished off the rest of it and didn’t feel shit. I tried every eye of nute and wing of fly until I found something that made me not look like Marilyn Manson anymore.
And that’s the rub of all this, isn’t it? I can’t feel shit. I can’t feel anything. We think that pain is the worst feeling. It isn’t. How could anything be worse than this eternal silence inside of me.
I use to not eat for days or eat like crazy then stick my fingers down my throat. Now no matter how much I binge I can’t fill this hole inside me.
I can’t take it anymore. I think I’m going batshit. I need to do something.“
Emma Roberts’ monologue as Madison Montgomery in American Horror Story: Coven (Episode: The Dead)
So deep and epic. Probably my favorite words AHS has every put together. It has irony, sadness, self reflection, and just I would like to say "wake up call to Generation Y.”
lately i’ve been replacing my “i’m sorry”s with “thank you”s, like instead of “sorry i’m late” i’ll say “thanks for waiting for me”, or instead of “sorry for being such a mess” i’ll say “thank you for loving me and caring about me unconditionally” and it’s not only shifted the way i think and feel about myself but also improved my relationships with others who now get to receive my gratitude instead of my negativity
This is some 2017 mood
Source: vijara
Anonymous asked:
I met my boyfriend in 8th grade completely on accident. We were best friends for three years; we talked every day and had a friendship that I can't compare to anything else. Junior year of high school he asked me to be his girlfriend, and that was 5 1/2 years ago. We are planning on spending the rest of our lives together and are both finishing college this year after four years of school in different cities. We've both been saving for a house and are still, to this day, best friends
goalsss omg this is adorable😭
