Virginia Woolf in a letter to Violet Dickinson
Who up & searching for a sense of belonging
hey its me, your local burden,
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
i blog for girls who are plagued by loneliness despite being overall well liked
There must be a hell because I need to believe that Ronald Reagan is suffering
“Thin brows are back in” “skinny jeans are back” “wolfcuts are out” “this style of eyeshadow is soo trendy right now” “big asses are out, slim figures are in”
Hey do you guys ever make your own decisions or form your own ideas on how you would personally like to look that’s not based around what’s currently being sold to you. Is that not possible
too abstract to live too concrete to die
day one of trying not to think about fucking that old man
relapsed
relapsed
relapsed
relapsed
please be nice to me, i’m in my twenties. do you know what that does to a person
Sometimes as a woman it’s important for you to wake up late and be alone in the house on a cloudy cold day with your feelings.
I mean yeah I carry a sadness that exhausts my will to live like a leach on my heart but I’m basically fine
im just someones weird daughter