Not everyone. Not you.

you wear an ancestor's face. you look like a woman you'll never meet. in that mirror, there's thousands of you. and in the bath, when you look down, she looks back, shaking and deforming in the ripples as she lies beneath the surface.

“I had learned that I was undesirable to nearly anyone. Desire for a body like mine meant my partners were irrational, stupid, or resigned to settling for less than they wanted. In the years since college, I’d dated a wide range of people with few physical commonalities. Whatever their looks, I couldn’t trust their attraction. I shrank away from their touch, recoiling from their hands like hot iron. I turned down dates, believing their interest to be impossible or pathological. Any intimacy required vulnerability, and vulnerability led back to humiliation.”

Uggghhh, this is painfully good. I didn’t quote the line that made my heart stop and eyes fill with tears. Please, read it.

“Some build whole lives as single people, slowly giving up on the dream of a partner who both likes us and desires us. And when we do, we’re mocked for our own loneliness.”

“This is perhaps the greatest triumph of fat hate: it stops us before we start. Its greatest victory isn’t diet industry sales or lives postponed just until I lose a few more pounds. It’s the belief that our bodies make us so worthless that we aren’t deserving of love, even touch. It’s the moment that our reviled role sinks into our bones. It’s when we reproduce it in our marrow. This is the photosynthesis of fat hate.”

Me: *sitting in class flipping through my day dream scenarios trying to find a new plot line to spice things up*

Edward also sitting in class watching me pull a new batshit twist in my day dream:

This month I’ve decided to participate in an event called “October,” where for every day in October I’m going to experience a day in October.

Here’s the prompt list I’m using in case anyone wants to join me in this challenge:

Next month I’m thinking of trying out the “No November November” challenge, where I’ll refrain from experiencing November for the whole month of November.

as a procrastinating overachiever i feel like i don’t necessarily “half-ass” things, it’s more like a “3/4 ass”. like overall did i do pretty well? yeah. did i reach my maximum potential though? i think the fuck Not.

TUMBLR IS SO BORING WITH ALL YOU NERDS AT DASHCON

((you all better come back with some amazing tales))

This post is like reading an inscription carved into a bathhouse wall during Pompeii’s last days

I love being just like every other girl in the world and catching glimpses of myself in other girls, in ancient lit, anywhere a girl has been so have I

“Do I really want to share this information about my personal life with this person or am I just craving validation regarding my perspective/stance on it?” is a beautiful question and I’ve been less of a chatterbox ever since I started asking it

mood : ancient

Passport Photo Series London-based visual artist Max Siedentopf recruited a cast of friends and strangers to sit for passport photos. Above the shoulders the participants are straight-faced and rigid, yet below they are balancing full wine glasses along their arms, taped to a wall, or even on fire.

I was high off my ass last night and had this dream where I was in this dense ass forest and sitting there was a tall woman. She was so tall I couldn’t see her face but she was wearing gold and I was like “uh...hi?” And she said “I made you, do you know that?” And I nodded and she was like “I hear your thoughts. Why do you hate my creation? Why do you try to destroy yourself? I made you perfect as you are. Please don’t break my heart”. Then she started crying and it flooded and I woke up with fucking heart palpitations like what does it Mean™️????

Omg lmaoooooooo

the powerpuff girls are QUAKING

time: next year is 2020

me: yeah

time: this means that 2010 would have been 10 years ago

me: no

in love with the sun and the warmth it brings

can lorde release her third album please i don’t know how to navigate my early twenties without her 

VSCO girl this egirl that... when r we gonna come up with a name to make fun of boys who wear basketball shorts + anime shirts every day and force you to look at their reddit memes

Who are these people that buy selena gomez and the chainsmokers music? Like i need to see them face to face to know that they’re real bc I don’t buy it