words as weapons

[trigger warning] I just use this blog to vent

[discolor3d]

[obscene-visage]

me @ myself: “dude, just shut up, no one cares.”

[sleepingbeautywannabe]

Hi everyone

I am feeling really sad right now.

And it’s the not the loud, noisy, my soul breaking, my mind shattering sadness.

It’s the quiet, silence slowly seeping in and carefully wrapping around my heart, blank sadness.

[place-2-vent]

““Even when I think I’m doing the right thing somehow it still ends up being wrong.””

— - I’m never right.

[ruinsmami]

2018 is almost over and all I gotta say is what the fuck was that

[minijournals]

you can do everything right and still feel sad at night

[glumshoe]

oh hey sorry I’ve been distant lately…. I’ve been really busy having a brain that is bad

[mockingbirdie]

do you ever just sit around and think I’m in my twenties.

[wordss-as-weapons]

Here i go again

[imjustoneteenagegirl]

I’m hurting

[toxic-lalaland]

why am i not enough?

[officialjeffgoldblum]

People in their early twenties still refer to people older than them as “adults”. When do you think they stop… and realize… they are adults

[natawhat]

I’m not an adult, I’m a child with a drinking permit.

[nightterrorbeauty-deactivated20]

drinking permit

[freelancervermont]

“What’s that in your sippy cup?”

“Vodka.”

[adrenaline]

[purplebuddhaproject]

“I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life, and start figuring out the one I have.”

— Holly black (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[wordss-as-weapons]

It's so hard for me to accept I will never have romantic love I mean a lot of people doesn't a lot of people doesn't need it why it is so hard for me? Why do I have to want it so bad? At least I'm good at pretending.

[rostii]

i imagine getting my own place all the time and going down to the grocery store early in the morning before everyone else and to the coffee shop and having a really small place with wide windows and lots of plants and shelves of books and a tiny kitchen where i can make tea and noodles and a bed with a pile of blankets and just a place i can make uniquely my own or maybe a place i could share with someone but i just think about this place a lot idk

[s4wdust]

One of my professors is an extremely famous, well-known painter who has been in galleries since he was a young man in the 80s. He once asked me in class, “Alyssa, what are your dreams and aspirations for the future?”

You should have seen the puzzled look on his face when I described something similar to the post above.

“Why so humble?!” He laughed. “You know you’re talented, right? You could aspire to a lot more than that for sure.”

And I had to take that moment to explain to him that this is what my generation is given, this is how low our standards for happiness have to be. A humble existence, a small piece of the world for ourselves, and comfortable stability are just as out of reach for some of us as fame and reknown was for him in the 80’s. His face went somber immediately.

[sunflorally]

so you dated the wrong person and learned a hard lesson. you chose the wrong major and had to start over again. you cherished a friend who backstabbed you. it sucks, but it’s also going to work out. that’s life; you learn, hurt, love, cry, laugh, and keep going. you experience setbacks and you grow and it’s all okay.