my personal goal is to be the girl u can’t get out of ur head no matter how much u try
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my personal goal is to be the girl u can’t get out of ur head no matter how much u try
i forgot the joys this app brings me
i want to be a sweet and friendly girl but there’s all this anxiety. and the horrors
and rage
yeah and also the rage
“Thank you for misunderstanding me, rejecting me and not seeing me and teaching me to always see myself.”
— Unknown
i am going FERAL right now.
sometimes i think adulthood just means constantly searching for and chasing that joy you so effortlessly felt during your childhood
𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: February 1. Nothing, merely tired. END ID]
— Clarice Lispector, from “The Stream of Life.”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke
"I'm not doing awfully well but I'm trying very, very, very hard."
– Anne Sexton, from a letter to Florence Ehrhardt, c. February 1974
marc jacobs rtw spring 2o23, paper dolls .
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman, featured in The Letters Of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956
[Text ID: I know I’ll always think of you with something like hurt and nostalgia―and a great deal of love.]
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
my hobbies include daydreaming about romance and loving the color pink
girls get lonely in the winter and fold into themselves and disappear for an indeterminate amount of time and seek solace in solitude and ponder the universe and reinvent who they are before blooming again in the warmer months and letting the molten glow of a honey-gold sun breathe life into their heart and soul and bones. it’s just the way it goes