see, chelle?

womanhood is taking your shoes off and throwing them in the lake before running up that hill to make a deal with god

I hate being mischaracterized by someone close to me like damn you really don't know me at all.

Girl who’s re-cultivating hope in her future after a multiweek breakdown: I’m going to the bookstore to buy a book

when kafka said ‘you wouldn’t believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it’ and when brontë said ‘if you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slave’ and when Sartre said ‘if I’ve got to suffer it may as well be at your hands’

sometimes you listen to an orchestra and you’re like maybe the magic i stopped believing in when i was eleven does exist in some form