When I say “I hate my body” I don’t mean “oh I’m a little insecure about my belly” or “I could lose a few pounds” I mean I have physically repulsed by it. It’s horrifying and upsetting to see. I wanna crawl out of my skin.
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When I say “I hate my body” I don’t mean “oh I’m a little insecure about my belly” or “I could lose a few pounds” I mean I have physically repulsed by it. It’s horrifying and upsetting to see. I wanna crawl out of my skin.
sorry i didn't respond im losing my fucking mind
I’m temporary.
I’ll always be temporary.
“I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.”
— (via death-makes-life-more-meaningful)
“I want to be craved by you. I want you to think about kissing me as much as I think about kissing you.”
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“I wish that I was what you wanted.”
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“Don’t listen to yourself; listen to the advice that you give others.”
— Michael Lottner
Que mierda es extrañar a alguien y saber que nisiquiera piensa en mí.
maybe you weren’t the one for me.. but deep down i wanted you to be
i cherish the time with you because i know it’s only a matter of time until it ends. i’ll catch feelings, get attached to you, and you’ll leave. then we will be strangers again. the cycle always repeats.
I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I question whether I even exist. Whether l've ever existed at all.
— Paul Auster, Travels in the Scriptorium