relating to marianne sheridan is feeling awful about yourself until someone wants you, needing someone else's validation to feel good but never getting it, hating yourself but also thinking you're the smartest person in every room, achieving but things that don't even matter that much to you just to prove to yourself and everyone around you that you can, the constant need to show everyone that you're worth something but still always feeling like you're never doing enough, wanting to work more but not being able to make yourself do anything, gifted kid burnout, feeling alone most of the time, feeling like you were born sad and can never be truly happy for a longer period of time, wanting to end it but being in love with life...
Girls will be like Idk why im so unproductive recently and then you ask whats going on in their life and they list eight lifestopping crisies and then say 'yeah but i should be fine :/ '
HAHAHAH well that fucking hurt
notre-eau
bell hooks, All About Love
*loses my mind in the most silent way ever*
cannot relate 2 ppl that hate long car rides, listening to music and watching the world pass by outside my window is the only thing keeping me sane
ok but is she wrong tho
this is so embarrassing. i want to love & be loved & drink really nice tea & eat really nice pasta & not feel like the loneliness is a part of me anymore. i want a herb garden
Clarice Lispector ― The Hour of the Star
So was I that fucking easy to replace huh talk to me until u move on to the next shinier prettier newer girl
home is the first grave
unknown // catherine lacey // chen chen // silas denver melvin // aloha from hell, richard kadrey // courtney love prays to oregon // unknown // st. lucy’s home for girl’s raised by wolves // x // taylor swift’s “my tears ricochet” // this post @ceemetery
my kofi
“Family is family, but even love can’t keep people from eating at each other.”
— Dorothy Allison, Bastard Out Of Carolina
i saw the words “ur not the first person in your lineage to be queer” and it’s rocking me to my core. how many generations down the line did one of my ancestors feel the way i did, feel differently than i did and so damn queerly it was a crime? how many of us were there? did they have hope? did they find peace? i don’t know. at the very least, maybe i am proof their identity was never wasted. reincarnated.
your twenties are Also about discovering that you’re not a bad person in all the ways you believed you were but you’re a bad person in completely new and exciting ways
microdosing on vulnerability by saying 'yeah..........' in the tags of poems i rb that i identify with