— Fanny Price, Mansfield Parki (Jane Austen)
Reblogged before, reblogging again
self-harm is a fucked up thing. no one should ever glorify it.
today at camp, two of the nine year olds asked me if i had a boyfriend / i told them no / they asked me if i had a girlfriend / i hesitated for a second / i said yes / they looked at each other / i got red / maybe i was scared / maybe i shouldn’t be scared of these things / maybe i think of stonewall too often / i looked at them and smiled / they said “seriously?” / i said “yeah” / i shrugged / i died a little on the inside / they said “nothing wrong with that” / no, they whispered it / in my head, i hoped they didn’t think i liked them / in my head, i hoped they wouldn’t be weirded out when i go swimming with them / i smiled again / one of them told me a secret / like she knew that one should be exchanged for another / quid pro quo / i don’t think mine was a secret / i’ll keep hers though
— Mama Zara (via eroseca)
but the proof is in the way it hurts
Loneliness can be found in the oddest of places -
In a crowded room, at a bar, at a party in a throng of sweaty bodies, amidst traffic on the sidewalk of city streets.
Other times it is found in bed alone. While driving your car, stirring coffee in the kitchen, or scrolling through your Facebook feed.
And, sometimes, too -
loneliness can be found in another person’s arms."
— Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Lonely Is A Place In You (via surfandwrite)
— my psychology professor (via foxgrl)
Laurence Anyways (2012)
You cannot possibly walk carefully enough.
There are days I open my mouth and all that
Comes out is apologies. Days when I’m sorry
But you can’t fucking touch me."
— "Broken" by clementinevonradics
From As Often As Miracles