gina

[josilverdragon]

"The horrors persist but so do libraries, books, iced coffee, sunsets, trees, the word 'fuck', the moon and the sea."

[shamebats]

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

[perfeqt]

“She was stronger alone.”

— Jane Austen

[chiefdelusionrebel]

Eldest daughter

I don’t know what to tell you without it sounding like excuses— like I’m the victim, like I’m just… weak.

I don’t know how to say that I’ve been praying— really praying— for something to change, because I’m so tired.

I am either sleeping from exhaustion, or waking up with tears from nightmares I can’t explain.

I don’t know how to admit— if I’m even allowed to admit— but I’m scared— terrified—

of disappointing my parents, of disappointing you, of disappointing myself.

And I hate that the most, because what if this is just me? What if this is all I am— someone who couldn’t handle it?

So I keep praying for something simple— a hug that convinces you everything will be alright, everything will work out, everything will fall into place.

A warmth like sunlight on a winter morning.

A certainty like the ocean when it catches the light just right.

But I’ve heard things about girls like me— That eldest daughters don’t get this luxury. That they break quietly, or die trying.

They don’t have people— they are the people.

They say it’s written like a prophecy. They say it’s destiny. They say it’s me.

I am an eldest daughter , after all.

And I’m trying— I swear I’m trying— but sometimes it just breaks out of me.

On the way home, In public, around people who don’t even look twice.

And when everyone else is looking at the sky, talking about how pretty it is,

I can’t see it like that because my eyes won’t stop filling up.

And I’m just standing there, looking at the same sky— hoping, praying, begging God to change the prophecy.

--G.E.B--

[perfeqt]

“I believe that we are who we choose to be. Nobody’s going to come and save you, you’ve got to save yourself. Nobody’s going to give you anything. You’ve got to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want except for you. And nobody will be as sorry as you if you don’t get it. So don’t give up on your dreams.”

— Barry Manilow

[perfeqt]

“So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”

— Jorge Luis Borges, After a While

[perfeqt]

“Sometimes you wonder, someday you will understand.”

— Dustin Rose

[perfeqt]

“She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.”

— J.M. Storm

[primulaceas]

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Wil van Gogh. May 1889. The Illustrated Provence Letters of van Gogh selected and edited by Martin Bailey

[lunamonchtuna]

— Rachel Mennies, from The Naomi Letters "April 18, 2017" (via lunamonchtuna)

[chiefdelusionrebel]

girlsss who have dated their guy best friend how is it going?? i need advice

[perfeqt]

“I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.”

— Robin Williams (b. 21 July 1951)

[chiefdelusionrebel]

"Give your daughters difficult names. Give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. My name makes you want to tell me the truth. My name doesn't allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right."

-Warsan Shire-

[chiefdelusionrebel]

I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.

-Simone de Beauvoir-

[chiefdelusionrebel]

I was happy three days ago. Today I'm depressed. What happened? Nothing. An inner crutch slipped. Some poorly suppressed memory rose to the surface.

-Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years-