the way you can resent your parents but also sympathise with and ache for them… so sick

i go through phases of hating what i look like so entirely that it almost becomes asinine. it's so completely without sense that i will look in a mirror and see something other - just a not-me, something ugly but vain, nasty-looking and rabid - and i watch her make my life miserable. i don't want to care. but i care. something in that feels like a joke. even after all this time, that little girl is still so resentful.

I do think that love is very often about sacrifice. I mean sacrifice as in choosing, as in effort. I mean choosing as in the allocation of time, and energy, and the making of space and the setting aside of prejudices and the keeping of an open mind. I mean leaving the last half-slice of cake in the fridge; working late into Thursday evening to spend Friday evening together; picking them up at the train station even though they’ve long memorised the route to your flat. Even when it is a sacrifice happily made, a choice readily chosen, it is still the giving up of one life in favour of another. And I think it’s important to recognise that. I could be living a different life but I am choosing to live a life with you. It is a sacrifice. The stakes are that high. And I do it anyway. I do it because it’s you. I do it because I love you.

god said let's give this bitch so much self awareness it's going to stop her from doing literally anything

I hate being asked what my goal in life is…. like.. idk…?? I want to have my own kitchen… and I want to know every poem by heart… and uhh.. I want to be kissed in the rain … etc etc .. my heart is very little and I dont want it to break

feel like pure shit i just wanna be silly with my friends at the grocery store again

people really love to say “no one is pro abortion” and I’d like to clarify that I’m very pro-abortion. I think abortion is good and we should make it super accesible and easy.

i ADORE the anomitinity of tumblr. when i post stupid ass shit from my mush brain on like snapchat or whatever i gotta deal with messages like “are you okay?” and “what does this even mean”. here i can just post 30 pictures of dinosaurs in a row and my followers will be like YEEEEEAAAA BABBY

the other day i posted something on snapchat saying “if we gave monkeys guns i think deforestation would end” and someone sent me a link to an online therapy site i hate it here

you did what you did because you felt how you felt and now it is what it is

there is so much love in friendship, people forget that

there is also so much friendship in love, people forget that too

the overwhelming grief of losing an entire year to sickness, violence and pandemic fatigue is settling in so id like to remind everyone that: you are not a failure, yes there is still a happy future for you, and wearing a mask is very sexy

was just Remembering how you’d be out with a friend and you’d each order a different cocktail and you’d ask “what’d you get?” and they’d read the description off the menu and you’d be like “ooh that sounds good” and then they’d say “try it!” and then you’d have a lil sip of their drink and they’d have a lil sip of your drink and you’d decide which one was best and you wouldn’t give each other a life-threatening respiratory infection