I'm not like other girls. I've somehow angered the Gods.
sorry I didn't mean to start tearing up as soon as I start trying to talk about my feelings, my bad
no but yes
i am a sucker for the typical stoic fictional man who is actually so soft for his s/o. who buries his nose into the crook of your neck and wraps his arms around your waist whenever he can. maybe heโs not always good with his words, but for you? god. he literally hands you his heart on a silver platter
the feminine urge to die early in the morning
this is so cute๐๐ญ
everytime I try to have this nice conversation with my family i end up offending them at the very end and then ,
my brain goes like - why did u have to speak at all?!
i feel as if i am made to understand, but not to be understood
was just wondering how important self love is in the high school phase
fuck waxing fuck threading fuck feminine beauty standards fuck people who make you feel bad about body hair fuck people who think that a woman having facial hair is unnatural fuck pouring hot wax on your body and then having you hair pulled out along with it fuck it
feeling cute, might fart later
tell me how am i supposed to move on when you keep a showing in my dreams every night; you stand before a beautiful scenery but before my arms reach you reach you, blood starts trailing down the waterfall over the mountains and the sky turns the deepest colour of the vineย ย my father likes to drink. you turn into a rotten corpse trying to choke me to death. then i wake up.out of breath, drenched in sweat. i collect my sheets and holdย them tight under my feet. wrap my blanket over my head. hug my knees to my chest. i keep shaking until the sun comes out; even the thought of sleep has haunts me now. so do the memories of you, carved upon my spines where my arms do not reach.