I’m jealous of those who can function like a normal human being. They don’t have anxiety holding them back from everything, they don’t struggle to get out of bed or have to put on an act that everything is fine when its not. They don’t struggle to hold friendships and relationships… they don’t feel sad for no fucking reason everyday. Those that can hold jobs and work towards their dreams, the ones who have self esteem and see the beauty in themselves. Those that know what its like to feel safe and secure, not insecure and fearful of it all.
𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙚.
Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”
[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]
“When they took everything from you, you found a way to make something from nothing.”
— Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows
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i wanna build a relationship with someone who cares about why I’ve been quiet all day, not someone who gets mad cause I’m acting different
“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”
— Clemence Poésy
THE ERAS TOUR ✧・゚: *✧
Scrolling through Tumblr like I’m searching for pieces of me.