our kind of cruelty

my jam: a character narrating past events to another character, intercut with scenes showing that they are lying wildly

you need to give yourself permission to be happy now. not when you lost weight, not when you found your soulmate, not when you have more money. we seek excitement from future events, but once those goals are met, the temporary pleasures will pass and they will be replaced by the next fantasy. devote your full attention to your inner self and appreciate being in the moment. happiness is never external, but a way of living and appreciating life. it’s not reality, just the way you perceive it. so go and shift your focus from the outcome to watching yourself grow.

When u chillin n u remember u will never be good enough or a first choice to any person you’ve ever loved 😍😍😍😍❤️❤️💦💦💦

beauxbatons seems so much more safe than hogwarts, a school successfully infiltrated by voldemort at least twice, and durmstrang, which openly teaches the dark arts. let’s all go there.

You are not worthless because someone chose someone else over you. 

emily dickinson said “say, sea, / take me!” and virginia woolf said “i said to the star: ‘consume me’”

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honestly i think most girls these days feel this deep restless emptiness inside them because no one has access to a field or meadow anymore. you can’t run out of the kitchen with a scarf around your head until you find the nearest empty pasture with hay blowing gently in the wind and just lay in the grass for a long time and listen to the wind until whatever is terrible and hard has passed and you remember that you are made of earth and you will be earth again and then you pick a handful of queen anne’s lace and walk home. girls don’t have empty fields to run to anymore and somewhere deep inside they know that they are missing something vital, and they spend their lives looking for it.