Pathetic- -

"I'm one of those people who always acts happy and puts on a smile to cover-up the pain and misery going on inside."

[westenraskiss]

Lilith: Beatrice is such an asshole.

Ava: Yeah, she’s the worst, what with her rules and her punctuality and her pretty face and her stupidly sexy accent-

Lilith: I don’t think we’re saying the same thing at all.

Camila: Shhh, let her speak.

[smithcoronaa]

honestly, same.

[sango-blep]

tipsy walk home

[fruitsaladchewits-deactivated20]

[13reasonswhy]

[ephemeral1576]

😭😭😭

[wnq-writers]

Self care isn’t always pretty , it’s not always candles and a bathtub full of roses , sometimes it’s forcing yourself to get out of bed and dragging yourself , sometimes it’s the pep talk you give to yourself or the quick cry in the corner . sometimes it is convincing yourself to do all these things you should be doing but you have no will whatsoever , sometimes it’s cutting some ties no matter how precious they were , sometimes it’s the bitter medicine you need to give yourself . Self care isn’t always pretty but it’s so worth it .

Kriti.G (via wnq-writers)

[vanish]

[guhrlie]

[ephemeral1576]

😔

[perrfectly]

[bohobooks]

[suspend]

were you ever mad at someone you truly care then you block them in your life for a reason but everyday you have this urge to accept them back again? not because you want to talk to them but because you wanna check on them, know theyre okay, know theyre fine and know they’re doing well? 

[ephemeral1576]

😢

[fotokopicibierkek]

[thefabricpress]

[wnq-writers]

On her worst days I just held her. I know my love won’t cure her depression. But I wanted her to know that she will never fight alone.

I Love You Kat // Conee Berdera (via wnq-writers)

😭💕

[modellove]

[magiccmaan-deactivated20220610]

Hannah's Poem

“Today I am wearing lacy black underwear

For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them.

And underneath that?

I am absolutely naked.

And I’ve got skin. Miles and miles of skin;

I’ve got skin to cover all my thoughts

like saran wrap that you can see through

to what leftovers are inside from the night before.

And despite what you might think, my skin is not rough; nor is it bullet proof.

My skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred.

But that doesn’t matter, right?

You don’t care about how soft my skin is.

You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark.

But what if all they do is crack open windows?

So I can see lightening through the clouds.

What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air?

What if all they reach for is a notebook or a hand to hold?

But that’s not the story you want.

You are licking your lips and baring your teeth.

Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going.

I don’t need to be the water in the well.

I don’t need to be the well.

But I’d like to not be the ground anymore.

I’d like to not be the thing people dig their hands in anymore.

Some girls know all the lyrics to each other’s songs.

They find harmonies in their laughter.

Their linked elbows echo in tune.

What if I can’t hum on key?

What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears?

Some people can recognize a tree,

A front yard, and know they’ve made it home.

How many circles can I walk in before I give up looking?

How long before I’m lost for good.

It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning.

It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself.

But I keep swallowing what I thought was air.

I keep finding stones tied to my feet.”

-Hannah Baker

[userarmand]

You’re like this unhelpful Yoda.  Is that a crack on my height?