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At your girl’s house telling her that sometimes things must be done not for the sake of building a resume but for the sake of keeping the heart soft and aglow

Sylvia Plath // Fyodor Dostoyevsky

So crazy how you have the worst day of your life but then the next day the sun keeps shining and the air’s just a little cooler w the onset of fall and you realize that there’s nothing you can’t come back from because the only time it will ever be too late is when we’re dead and not ever before

i dnt give a fuck!!! *starts crying*

“do it scared” im literally always scared i dont have another setting.

honestly i dont need therapy i need a machine to go into my body and manually stretch all my muscles and crack all my joints and then i need the machine to go into my brain and deep clean it with soapy hot water

x / sylvia plath

girl chill you can do anything & go anywhere whenever you want

why do i want to die after every single social interaction i have

uses my insane musscle memory to open 4 wrong apps in a row

“there is no moral. the wolf eats you one day and until it does, the forest is beautiful.”

I hate it when I have to bear the weight of a song with an epic bridge but the rest of the song is dogshit. Of course I could just skip to the good part but then I wouldn't be practicing my virtuous skills in patience and tolerance.

me when I "mysteriously" feel better after I "have something to eat"

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

every august without fail is like i will give you some of the most beautiful golden summer moments of your life but also you will be thinking about childhood and loss constantly. it will always be either 5pm or 2am