I love pretending to be normal in social settings bc it’s like how long will it take until they find out a screw is absolutely loose. how long can I keep this going for

every woman 20 years older than you who you admire had to sit on the floor of her bathroom and wail more than once to get where she is these things have to happen will happen will be useful to you someday

anyway i know we talk a lot of shit abt this site but i just wanna say that tumblr taught me to romanticize life a little. like where else am i gonna find an essay abt how hands were made to hold other hands or posts with thousands of notes abt how peeling an orange for a loved one can be the purest act of care & love? all the softest, sweetest and kindest ppl on the internet are here and i'm so grateful to be here along with y'all. i love you and please keep romanticizing the smallest things... god knows we need that now more than ever.