Becoming Gossamer

Hey there, I'm Elle. I love tea, running, acting, singing, dancing, and sleeping. I am currently struggling with social anxiety, depression, and an eating disorder. Feel free to ask anything. You're not alone.

[theminnieproject]

…and you tried to change didn’t you? closed your mouth more tried to be softer prettier less volatile, less awake but even when sleeping you could feel him travelling away from you in his dreams so what did you want to do love split his head open? you can’t make homes out of human beings someone should have already told you that and if he wants to leave then let him leave you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love.

Warsan Shire, “For Women Who Are Difficult to Love” (via theminnieproject)

[osointricate]

Apparently some people can have a thought like “I need to do this” and then they actually have no problem getting up and doing it.  What a weird way to live, how strange, wonder what that would be like.

[sweetoothgirl]

caramel apple cider

[faintlyfragile]

It's so easy to imagine that it almost seems real.

Jonathan Reid Gealt (If I Close My Eyes)

[faintlyfragile]

Can I hide my stupid hunger, Fake some confidence and cheer? Wish I were here.

Next to Normal (Wish I Were Here)

[faintlyfragile]

Me: do you like rough sex

Them: yeah lip biting is great

Me: no you don't understand

[breatheinpoetry]

There are two types of sadness. There’s the one where your body reacts to an event in your life. The one where your heart aches against its will at the loss of a friend, the news on your tv screen, the words someone used to cut you open. The kind that sounds like “I’m sad because…” Then there’s the second kind. The worst type of sadness. The one that resides in your bones with no source. The one you wake up to on some mornings, and even though the sun shines through your blinds and you have to squint your eyes to see life breathing outside, you feel sad, so incredibly sad. The kind that follows you around and weighs on your shoulders. And you can’t attack a problem with no source. The kind that wishes it could say “I’m just sad and I don’t know why” but often comes out “I’m fine”

~Meriam BHT, a sadness with no source (via breatheinpoetry)

[prince-diamandis]

Writing’s On The Wall - Sam Smith

[klefable]

[fitness-is-pink]

[charlottewinslow]

[faintlyfragile]

What the hell? Why do you think I come around here on my free will, wasting all my precious time?

Sam Smith (I've Told You Now)

[poyzn]

[train-to-win-deactivated2016090]

This makes me happy

[thinblackgirls]

[dazedandcomposed]

[difficult]

I wonder if you ever talked about me to someone.

(via itcuddles)

[shadyshallows]