a cygnet of stars or a delusional ugly duckling?

abby | fifteen | aspiring theatre actress | novelist in training | insomnia enthusiast | atelophobia and catoptrophobia | a girl who lost herself at sea

[oraseratta]

So I fake another smile, and blink away the tears. I’m supposed to be strong, I’m supposed to have no fears but the tears just keep rolling. It’s so hard not to drown. I’m such a strong person. Why am I breaking down?

Unknown (via oraseratta)

[samisoffthewall]

[bitemytonguedarling]

[dream-kittty-deactivated2015092]

[fullheartedfashion]

send me asks xx

[sadhag-blog]

you are allowed to terminate toxic relationships

you are allowed to walk away from people who hurt you

you are allowed to be angry and selfish and unforgiving

you don’t owe anyone an explanation for taking care of yourself

[culocrumbs]

you know what i love

i love that angelina jolie is so unproblematic that the only jokes people ever make about her is that she adopts ‘too many kids’

like i wanna be on that level where i’m so relevant in media that people need to joke about me, but because im such a good person they joke about me adopting kids from orphanages and putting them in a good home

[mytenwordstoryig]

There must be a difference between your forever and mine

(via mytenwordstoryig)

[lazybitch]

*cringes at 9 year old me*

*cringes at 13 year old me*

*cringes at year ago me*

*cringes at day ago me*

*cringes at future me*

[2-13-97]

[nekkopyon]

[nightwonder]

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[ambivalentlyyours]

[nightwonder]

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[kyungkie]

[nightwonder]

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[thauwn-blog]

[moonlitpoems]

when someone with anxiety asks ‘do you love me?’ ‘are you sure?’ don’t get angry.  we’re trying hard, but sometimes we need reassurance.  we feel like no one likes us sometimes. deep down, we know it’s silly.  but that doesn’t stop us. we’re still learning. be patient.

j.e.b. ((about a girl with anxiety that thinks everyone hates her.))

[animalsnaps]

[therelatableimages]

sad posts and gifs here

[fvck-it-lovely]

[blossomfully]

“I want the bear hug kind of hug where he has both arms wrapped around your shoulders and you have two arms wrapped around his waist. I want sick-of-breathing, weightless kisses that make you wonder if you’re awake or asleep, and hasty, misplaced mouths that aim for lips and miss. I want messy hair all over the place, and whispering that says, “this is good, this is real, and this is it.” I want the grounded kind of love that sends a text captioned “this made me think of you,” when you’re having a bad day. I want to be asked to dance in the middle of the street when there isn’t a soul in sight, and to lie on a riverbank and dream. I want a quiet, comfortable silence that settles around you like a warm foam bath, and late night conversations that make you think about the bigger things. And I want life, so much that I might drown in it, and fire and falling asleep to soft, gentle laughter. I want more. For once I want to feel full full full, instead of so goddamn empty all the time.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #174 (via blossomfully)