sometimes i wanna delete all my social media and throw my phone into a river
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sometimes i wanna delete all my social media and throw my phone into a river
I need my weird alone time or I will explode
Franz Wright, from Walking to Martha's Vineyard; “Flight”
Franz Wright, from Walking to Martha's Vineyard; “Flight”
summer thunderstorms are one of the most romantic things in the world, actually
living under a rock is so fun i love watching a movie that’s been famous for decades and being like wow this is so good.. did you guys know about this
partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that
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— Time passing isn’t an apology. (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
healing does not require pretending it never happened.
don’t take my defeatism too seriously I will always begin again and again no matter what
I might sound miserable most of the time but at my core I’m a very hopeful person
I’m not the woman I was a few years ago or even a year ago but I still like to hold her hand and remind her she did her best with what she knew
“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”
— Sylvia Plath
You can’t skip the messy part. The messy part is where you grow.
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