its sad how its more socially acceptable to hate your body than to love it
this text post hit me like a train
“I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)
hate:
it doesn’t matter how much sleep i get i will always be tired
A part of me dies every time no one gets my joke
honestly i dont care if u guys know my full name and know what town i live in like if u wanna come find me just do it if u wanna hang out then thats cool if u wanna come murder me then thats even better
