i feel like nobody knows me the way i’d like to be known

grieving as an adult is so funny it's like. im sobbing my eyes out i'm laughing like a maniac im pondering the mortality of everything around me. ok glad thats out of my system because i have a dentist appointment in an hour

bitches be like “let me be as self destructive as possible so someone will notice im suffering but as soon as they point it out i insist im fine” im bitches

the feminine urge to release a gut-wrenching scream from the depths of your soul

It’s the banshee instinct

Rebecca Lindenberg, The Believer interview

pdf.......... ...... .. public display of. Friend [gives u a hug]

i want a soft connection. i want to be asked how my day went and if i need anything. i want forehead kisses. i want the back of my hand kissed at red lights. i want to be asked how i’m mentally feeling. i want to hold hands everywhere we go. i want romantic gestures. i want my hair played in at the most unexpected moments. i want silent eye connections that lead to smiles. i want to take random walks.

for someone who experiences 37 emotions in a single second i sure as fuck don’t know how to handle them