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i hope that, wherever my hair ties go, they’re happy. that’s all that matters

don’t feel guilty for not being able to handle everything, for needing a break. you need to look after yourself, too. self care is not selfish.

my family is so. fucking weird and resistant to talking about anything. when i was a small child i asked my mother why she had a lot of gifts and things where people called her by another name and she like. didn’t give me a straight answer? it was her Hebrew name. like that’s literally it. that’s all u had to say 

great-great-grandma cohen refused to tell her younger children that they were related to her two eldest children

my family didn’t tell me about part of my actual name until i sent away for my social security info to get my driver’s permit in my junior year of high school. i have an entire middle name that no one ever felt the need to mention to me

i had to google my own brother to find out why we don’t talk about him anymore

no one knows great-grandma ruth’s real last name 

this is some Lemony Snicket shit right here

I spoke to you in a hundred silent ways

He has a fucking :3 on his face.

i feel it