Onedayiamgoingtogrowwings

This just in

youve died a thousand times before who caaares just climb out of this grave again & again &agaian & agaian & again & again & aga

I look for you everywhere; small gestures made by all kinds of people in the street remind me of you, by their similarity as much as by their differences,

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎

i’m okay with change and i’m fine if things are no longer the same i embrace change

the truth is u have to be vulnerable and expose yourself to the possibility of being hurt in order to find love and form meaningful connections there is no easy way out

Thaw, Chelsea Dingman

anne sexton

“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”

— Anne Sexton

You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it. 

learning that people want you in their lives is a skill you can develop if it does not come naturally