But you loved her? Yes. And she loved you? Yes. Then why did it end? Because love and compatibility are not always the same thing.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #278 (via blossomfully)
“i’m in kind of a weird mental place right now” i say, as if there are times when i am not in a weird mental place
It was a huge disappointment as a child to fall in love with the stars and then find out how much math it requires to get anywhere near them.
IT’S OKAY
NONE OF US KNOW WHAT THE FUCK WE’RE DOING
SOME OF US ARE JUST BETTER AT PRETENDING THAN OTHERS
If you do not reblog this, you are in fact lying.
So the story goes, I really liked this photo and when I saw my tampon string I was disappointed for a moment because I thought it took away the beauty of the photo. Then I laughed at myself and shook off that negative thinking because I think it makes the photo even more beautiful. Fuck the demonizing of menstruation.
I am a woman. I bleed. I fight. I survive.
Hear me motherfucking roar.