i hate that i literally cant tell if im ugly or not and i cant tell if im really fat or just like kinda fat i literally cant tell and sometimes ill be like “im just being dumb im pretty good looking” and then ill be like “wow im being so egotistical i definitely look like shit what am i talking about” like i just…. dont know and it bothers me so much cos it’s something i can’t understand
y’all getting really specific like “where are all the indie boys with messy shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes who are between 6’ and 6’4 whose favourite vampire weekend album is contra but knows mvotc is their best album and drinks their coffee black with 3.2 sugars and smokes cheap cigarettes on a balcony at 2:23 am” like….. chill
Thank you. If you see this one day, thank you. I will always come running to you when I have no one else, when I feel broken and desperate I’ll always go to you. Thank you for not being there. As ass backwards as that sounds, thank you for letting me go.
the whole idea of daddy issues makes me so uncomfortable? like your father abandoned you, you had a bad relationship with him or he abused you and we created a term to shame, humiliate and laugh at you for dealing with the emotions that come with that
“She was so lonely even the people she loved couldn’t make her happy. So she just hid everything and cried each night, her eyes swallow, no idea what she could do. Day after day, she just slowly let the pain conquer and she had nothing.”—(via crisping)