i didnt shovel enough driveways as a kid so i didnt build enough character and thats why im the way that i am
i have never had to mow a lawn and you can tell
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i didnt shovel enough driveways as a kid so i didnt build enough character and thats why im the way that i am
i have never had to mow a lawn and you can tell
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honestly doing errands w friends like grocery shopping or helping them find new clothes or just going anywhere for no other reason than to keep them company while they get what they need is such an underrated wholesome good experience like yes let me help u pick out cereal and put fruits in bags bitch i LOVE u ❤️💛💚💙💜💓👩❤️💋👩💞🌟💫💕💖🌱☀️✨💗🌺❗️🌸🍃🌷🌹🌻💗❗️❗️
“Have some fire. Be unstoppable. Be a force of nature. Be better than anyone here, and don’t give a damn what anyone thinks.”
— Christina Yang (via quotemadness)
I peaked at 18. I miss being 18. I was beautiful. Happy. Smart. Thin. Naive. Blissfully ignorant.
I didn’t know what was coming. I didn’t know I’d be made to feel stupid. That I’d be isolated. That I’d be sad. That my illness would take months and months away from me. That I was as thin and beautiful as I would ever be and I was taking it for granted. That I’d realize that there really is no point, that I can’t do everything I aspire to, that I’d be broke and miserable for so much of my life. I’m almost 22 and I have nothing to show for it.
I want to be 18 year old me. She has fun. She doesn’t avoid anything and everything that might trigger her. She’s confident. She’s pretty. She’s everything I want to be.
I want to wear her skin like a coat. To brush her hair like it’s silk. To smile her adventurous smile, to breathe her perfect air. To wear her shoes on my feet and walk until I can’t. To have her precious, thumping, scarless heart beat profusely in my chest. I love her. And I will never be her.
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
— Sylvia Plath (via quotemadness)