A journal’s not enough I need to stab myself

the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad

The amount of times I say ‘I know baby’ to myself in a day whenever I feel sad or disappointed like I don’t know what to make of this

"that time of the month" "monthly visitor" "feminine hygiene products" GRRAH!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP!!! PERIOD!! MENSTRUATION!!!! TAMPONS!!! PADS!! MENOPAUSE!!!!!!!!!!!

VAGINA!!!!

adult life is truly just thinking “I NEED TO CLEAN” while dealing with the 17 other things that have a hard deadline

You need to be hungry for your change, to want it so much so it consumes you, you see when you close your eyes, when you wake up, you’re thinking about it non-stop, you’re taking as much action daily as possible. This is how you move the fucking needle. This is how you change your fucking life. It’s not gonna happen with this 20% energy to move forward. This hoping and wishing while doing the bare minimum. The bare minimum will keep you stuck, broke and unhappy. I want you to want better for your life and actually do something about it, but only this can come from you, from within. From a deep place of saying ‘I deserve better, I want more’. Maybe you lost your spark, maybe you thought ‘this is as good as it’s gonna get and it’s nice to hope and dream’. Scrap that thinking and go grab those dreams by the balls. Start with momentum. 30 mins per day, work your way up. Write the goals and dreams down, feed your dreams daily with your energy, with your hope, your actions and your belief. Because it can get better, and will get better, but you got to get so much more hungry for change. 

fuck, marry, kill: the wound that won’t heal, the past you can’t undo, the ghost that keeps returning

The beautiful thing as you get older is that you realize so many “rules” are made up and you can just do whatever. Posters can go anywhere in the house not just my room. I can sit down while cooking a meal or taking a shower. I can make the same thing for breakfast lunch dinner for a week straight. I can roam around the house shirtless. I can wear a dress with jeans. The world is my oyster key word my and I can live as I please embracing little things such as this