When you feel you're doing everything wrong but it's too late to back down and fix it so you just gotta keep going and repeat the same mistakes<<

I have to say weird stuff or I'll die.

i hate people that act like having morals is a bad thing; why do I have to explain to you why you should care about other people

sorry I bawled my eyes out while trying to communicate. that wasn't very tattoos, black clothes, dark hair, maneater of me

"slut era" i say to myself while massaging my head worried about how im going to succeed academically and make it out sane

“Death is the mother of beauty” said Henry
“And what is beauty?”
“Terror”
“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful we quiver before it.”


-The Secret History

You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi
I can tell that it's gonna be a long road

I don't know what I'm feeling right now

Let's talk nonsense

I don't think we take enough time to appreciate the periods in our lives when our nose isn't runny. Is your nose runny right now? No? Think about that. Honestly reflect on it. Enjoy this era of peace. There are dark times on the horizon

Just wanna ask if I was a cat. Would you pspsps me?

It's not you, it's my shattered dopamine receptors

wow I just can't take it anymore *continues to take it*

I do not identify as a girl anymore, I identify as a nuisance. an irritant. a fool and a problem. I wish we could be friends,close friends, ?...secret lovers

It's dawning on me that the people in my life genuinely care and notice when I'm even quieter than usual, which is saying something [tf is wrong with you. How come you love the unlovable*starts to cry*]

You be like "who knows" and you be the one knowing. Smartass

I miss my parents for the years I spent not knowing them.

I miss my mom when she was 18, full of life, with no care or clue in the world about how the rest of her life would unfold. I miss my dad when he was 20, strong and filled with the fervor to conquer the world like only men in their youth can.

I miss my mother when she was 22, making friends and gossiping about her neighbors. I miss my dad when he was 24, promising my mom that he was going to give her the world.

I miss my mom when she was 26, raising her firstborn and having no clue about motherhood. I miss my dad when he was 28, playing with his little boy and going through life with steely determination in his bones.

I miss my mother when she was 30, raising two kids while trying to make ends meet, wondering what her 30s would look like. I miss my father when he was 32, working hard to give his family a good life, his hair starting to thin.

I miss my mother when she was 34, on birth control and starting a job as a secretary, excited to be out of the house and providing.

I miss my father at 33, 34, 35, 36, and all the consecutive years I spent not knowing him. I miss my mother at 35, 36, 37, 38, and all the consecutive years I spent worrying about my school grades and whether my clothes were washed—the years I spent not knowing her.

I miss my parents.

They are alive and well, thank God for that. And I hope they continue to be for as long as humanly possible.

But I miss them so much.

I miss the people they were. The people I never got to meet.

I have this deep desire to know them. To understand them.

For only then will I be able to truly appreciate the people they are and what they've been through.