i really fucking hate my body and i want to tear myself apart so i don’t exist anymore

No Noise November. everyone shut up

nostalgia is a liar. nothing was ever as good as you remember it to be. there’s a reason you don’t talk to that person anymore, there’s a reason you’re not part of each other’s lives. don’t trust nostalgia. grieve. reflect. move on.

queen of getting her hopes up

i just want a kinder world than this

I hope this time next year you’ll have thousands of new happy memories

is anyone else just going through life like “yeah i just gotta get past this last difficult week and then it’s smooth sailing from there!” but like… every week

i am not real.. i made myself up