Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”
[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]
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NASA
occasionally subtle

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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”
[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]
I need someone to think of me the same way authors describe their characters
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “The way I was taught to love”
[Text ID: “Half daughter, / half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love.”]
Pink, Sylvie Baumgartel
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.]
#when you have social anxiety
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May your September be filled with love and healing.
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i don't want to look "hot" i want to look alluring, haunting, bewitching. i want to look like the kind of person hozier would write a song about.
“If you’re tired of kissing me, I’d better go.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months
academic rivals who use their last names to refer to each other will always be supreme
I read books to fill the void inside of me only to feel completely and utterly worse when I finish them
-William Wordsworth
“August rain: the best of
the summer gone, and the
new fall not yet born.
The odd uneven time.”
— Sylvia Plath.