My Body Is Already An Inhospitable Environment, There’s No Way A Friggin Baby Would Be Able To Survive

— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Cameron Awkward-Rich, from "Meditations in an Emergency", Dispatch

there is something wrong with me but together there could be something wrong with us <3

Be Near Me, Faiz Ahmed Faiz

“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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. 

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

tenderness is in the hands

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