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what are your twenties if not an endless string of the ghosts of who you thought you would become

i dont care (this affected me deeply and made me cry for several hours)

the feminine urge to release a gut-wrenching scream from the depths of your soul

you still have so many years to meet so many people you never knew you could love so much

i am, as the critics say, a disaster

my immense self hatred VS my delusional god complex

To lovely humans who were excluded from invitations, left behind when they tied their shoes, forced to walk in the grass when the sidewalk was full, spoken over when you tried to contribute, whispered about or laughed at, given side-eye when you tried to fit in…. you are so worthy of love.

linkin park was right. i’ve become so numb

the older i get the more i can understand why people back in the old fairytale days would just fuck off and be a hermit in the woods. just chilling out in the middle of nowhere and occasionally telling random heroes cryptic shit. living the fucking dream.

dead inside but it’s still lit

Trauma didn't make me nice, I consciously made me nice because I don't want anyone else to suffer like I did. Trauma didn't make me strong, I made me strong. Don't you dare ever tell me my trauma made me anything but scared, broken, and confused. Don't give credit to the abusers for me being a good person. They didn't make me good, I made myself good.

a hundred tiny daydreams about you

start now. start where you are. start with fear. start with pain. start with doubt. start with what you have. start and don’t stop. you can do it