Hurt but hopeful
(via destroyedperfectly)
“ a boy once asked me if I was narcissist
« you don’t know me at all » i replied.
Because I was born in this body that they call beautiful and I learnt big words to call myself smart and I wear small shirts and tight pants to show the skin of this body I call mine. But really my body isn’t mine at all, my body is a shapeshifter for all tastes and likes. my body is there to please you so I will laugh at your jokes and listen to all of your ideas. I will give you all you want in body and mind because I just need someone to care for me the way I’ve been doing my whole life. (Really I just need someone to care if I’m alright.) Like having one foot off the bridge waiting for someone to pull me back. I understood my worth but somehow no one else can. « Treat others how you want to be treated, » they say. So I’ve been trying to fix people my whole life. I’m fucking broken and I’ve been travelling along this bridge for so long I’ve lost too many pieces of myself. I can’t help but wonder if they’ve noticed my stripes. Maybe they tried to fix me, maybe it was too hard. Maybe I wasn’t worth it, maybe I didn’t let them try. Maybe misery’s my safety blanket, maybe I’ll figure it out. Maybe I am a narcissist, maybe I do believe the world revolves around me. Although considering I have 2 friends and dead plants, It’d be crazy to believe that.”
boy is b.a.
rest is litterally anyone that cares.
“In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.”— Virginia Woolf
(via losssssssst)
Getting older is when you realize that you get more joy from people opening your presents, than you do from opening your own
(via paralysing-sadness)
(via abstainingfrompeace)
