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She’s so real for this

This is for the rotten girls. The girls who think that there is something inherently evil and sinister inside of them. The girls who are fundamentally flawed. The girls who can’t recognise their own reflection in the bathroom mirror at times, and when they do, are repulsed by it. The girls who have something crawling beneath their skin and can feel it when they try to fall asleep. The girls who need to see their own blood from time to time to be reminded that they are human. The girls who always loved ghost stories, because they too feel like a house with unknown corridors and rooms with shut doors that they are too afraid to enter. The girls who get told they say sorry a lot and always answer “I feel sorry a lot”. The girls who feel like they were born inside out. The girls who think there is something from a past life still haunting them. The girls with mothers that tell them they make them nervous. The girls who find peace deep inside the woods or abandoned buildings. The girls who painted pictures in school that scared the others kids. The girls who think it’s in their DNA.

you must refuse to join them. you must remain yourself. you must open the curtains or the blinds or the windows to the gentle light. to joy. it’s there in life and even in death it can be there.

(Painting: "The Grove", Aron Wiesenfeld)

Excuses For Why We Failed At Love by Warsan Shire

Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby

— Jay Vespertine (@letsbelonelytogetherr)