Date Me To Disappoint Your Parents

sorryish:
“things you said through your teeth 1/?
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things you said through your teeth 1/?

“Maybe I’m just hard to love.”

— and easy to leave

“She yells at me again. I know it’s my fault, I do. I wish I could tell her I was sorry. I wish she knew how ashamed I was and I wish I was good enough. I wish I wasn’t just another burden, another regret.”

— tara love / i’m sorry, mom

violentwavesofemotion:

“How am I ever to apologize to myself sufficiently?”

— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. November 1931 in “Selected Diaries,”

prettypositivity:

trust yourself. you’ve survived a lot, and you’ll survive whatever is coming

lesbiansgoal:

lohver:

it sucks being a suuuUuUUuper observant person bc i notice every little thing in every action & i literally get sad over the smallest things

Me: *makes a small irrelevant mistake*

My Brain, banging pots and pans together: YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUC

bohoindie:

i have a “why am i like this” moment at least five times a day

cuteautumn:

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

10 pieces of advice to give yourself at the age of 20

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At the age of 11, you learned that perfection does not always mean a flat tummy and a thigh gap. Go on and eat that second piece of cookie that you crave so much.
At the age of 12, you learned that just because you call her “mom” and him as “dad,” it doesn’t mean they inherently know how to be that. Also, suicide poison is not the cure for everything, it’s not a cure at all.
At the age of 13, you learned the difference between giving up and taking a rest. You might have given it your all but not make it. Remember to disregard everything that comes after but.
At the age of 14, you learned that standing up for everyone else does not mean that all of them will stand up for you when you need someone. Not one of them would be the first one to defend you, that spot is reserved for your name.
At the age of 15, you learned that people rarely mean what they say even if as a writer, you deem each and every word important. Learn to know the voices that speak sincerity and the voices that are just trying to get into your pants.
At the age of 16, you learned that letting go of people that only brings toxicity in your life is never a crime. Thinking about your own peace of mind does not make you selfish. Neither does placing yourself above that last number on your priority list.
At the age of 17, you learned that giving yourself to everyone willing could only lead to one thing: your own’s deterioration. Dear, you are more precious than someone who can’t even look into your eyes in the morning.
At the age of 18, you learned that loving and accepting yourself are two different things. Placing yourself in situations you are well aware of your self distraction is never loving yourself.
At the age of 19, you learned that lovers are not the only ones that can break your heart. People stay and go for a reason. Remember to treasure the rightful ones that life allowed to stay.
You’re 20 now and life has never been what you expected and planned it to be and that’s possibly the greatest thing that can happen into your life. You’re a writer but life writes with you, know when to let it leave significant marks and know when your own pen should be the one doing so.

written by bleakfantasies, writing prompt #62: list 10 pieces of advice you’d give yourself

(via wnq-writers)

heartseekerashe:

just in case you need to be reminded
dont check up on your ex partner
dont check up on your ex friend
dont do it
it is not productive
you are better than that

snorlaxatives:

if anyone who follows me wins the powerball just remember that i’ve always been a sweet and kind internet presence in your life and if you need something to do with all that money i will be over here with open arms

glumshoe:

flufferdufferslytherin:
glumshoe:
I totally understand the appeal of pettiness, snark, and the pleasure of revenge. But seriously, where’s the satisfaction if someone hasn’t actually wronged you? Meanness is only fun if they’ve got it coming.
That was very slytherin of you to say
Dickery should be a function of justice only.