I look at lives like that and they’re so content and all I think over and over is “how?” How do you suss a life like that? How are you happy? Do you not look at yourself constantly and think about the sadness of things? I see beauty everywhere but with this beauty comes such misery at other things. I read something and fall apart, I write something and feel elated, I eat something and want to die. What is a life if you can’t find a point of balance? I am either ecstatically happy or shatteringly heartbroken. I am at a loss for the why of things.
3:54 pm • 2 September 2014
*screams in regina george voice* “STOP TRYING TO MAKE PORN FEMINIST!”
8:41 am • 2 September 2014 • 16 notes
The beauty of the pain, you know?
12:19 am • 2 September 2014
i don’t have the energy to get up or do my makeup and definitely not go out i can’t do anything i am nonfunctioning but i am still here i might as well be dead i am seeing my mom tomorrow and she will see how bad i am and she will be upset this happens every year i just stop functioning i am not here
3:39 pm • 31 August 2014 • 6 notes
“She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.”
— Nathaniel Hawthorne (The Scarlet Letter) (via coffeepeople)
4:39 pm • 28 August 2014 • 142 notes