I daydream that there’s someone out there who will just understand
Who gets my humor
Who doesn’t run away from my engulfing sadness
Who is a real feminist
Who isn’t racist or classist or homophobic
But the truth is that I don’t believe that’s really out there.
I’ve spent too much of my time daydreaming for something that doesn’t exist.
Funny how things can just slip your mind
Like what makes you happy
Or what it’s like to be called first
It feels like drowning
It feels like searching for shore when there’s no dry land in sight
It feels like saying goodbye to your other half
It feels like emptiness inside of you
It feels like fear so deep you’re not even afraid anymore
It feels like the bottom
It feels like the end
I’m so tired of fighting to remain in peoples lives that literally have no desire for me to be there. I’m not going to do it any more. And I don’t care where that leaves me
sometimes i look at people on my dash and i think
who the fuck are you
when did i follow you
you’re not posting things relative to my interests
but i can’t unfollow you becasue i can’t remember why i did
it might have been important
This is the most accurate post I have ever seen on here.
❝ I’m an adult, but not like a real adult ❞
anyone between the ages of 18 and 25 (via prettyboystyles)
I don’t have any fight left in me anymore
I don’t know how it could reach more rock bottom than this
I wish I had strength
I wish I cared enough about myself to not do this
I’m making the same exact mistakes I made with kaleb
I haven’t learned anything at all
Letting myself be walked all over for the sake of love
Laying down every fiber of strength I have
I’m so fucking pathetic
Pll finale (spoilers)
so I just realized that since the next episode is going to flash forward a month, we’re most likely (I mean I can’t see how it would work) not going to see a funeral or see the girls recovering or see MIKES reaction we wont get to see any of that it will just be surprise its a month later! we’ve all moved on now…
But for real how can the police ignore the fact that Bethany was dressed EXACTLY LIKE ALISON THAT NIGHT. LIKE HOW DO YOU IGNORE THAT. ITS A HUGE FUCKING CLUE. Also the connection between Mrs D and Bethany liKE HELLO THATS WAY MORE PLAUSIBLE THAN WHAT THEY CAME UP WITH.
I’m having a lot of feelings about Pretty little liars, and being jobless, and my life, and my future, and boys, and friends, and the grass is always greener on the other side, and family, and lots and lots of things that seem to utterly beyond my control like I just need to lay down and let the world carry on without me which is basically what ive been doing for the past few weeks. i guess that’s my genius way of dealing with things. Cool.