merelybeing:

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mothurs:

friend: you look stressed
me: haha yeah it’s the stress

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poovellamkettuppar:

*seductively slips into existential melancholy*

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angryblackgirlrants-blog:

“I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to know better.” -Frida Kahlo 

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indeathswake:

I REALLY HATE when I’m talking about my desire for romantic love and someone says, “well love yourself.” Like shut the fuck up. Self love and romantic love do not replace each other. They do not fill the same void. And just because I wish there was someone in my life that made me feel special, doesn’t mean I don’t think I’M special. Fuck your projections. Regardless of HOW MUCH you love yourself, it doesn’t replace the energy, strength, commitment, and love that can come from another. As a general note, my feelings aren’t up for debate. I just wanted to vent.

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ex-plore:

concept: me, in a few years, having my shit together

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currentlybeltingbohemianrhapsody:

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dare-i-say-asexual:

The stories of women in my family who were forced into lives they didn’t want and didn’t utilize their passions breaks my heart. My grandma wanted to be a journalist and write about the injustices she saw inflicted on disabled ppl while she was volunteering at a state run institution as a teen. Her father decided that she was “too fat and stupid” for college and forced her to get married at 17 or else he’d make her homeless. As a kid she told me that she wished people believed that she had meaningful opinions on events around her. One of my great grandmothers wanted to be an artist but was pressured into marrying a man who beat her. She stayed up late each night when her children were in bed writing poetry and pasting it over elaborate collages she mad herself. We still have stacks of these notebooks she created but was never allowed to do anything with. My mother wanted to be an operatic singer and was considered a musical prodigy in her town because she taught herself three seperate instruments by 13. When she was 18 she met my then 30 year old father who emotionally manipulated her into giving up her dreams to start a family with him. As a kid I would hear her up at night playing the violin or doing vocal exercises until she became too depressed to practice anymore. Like idk y’all there’s a quiet type of violence in the way women’s talents are devalued and brushed aside in favor of bullying them into “traditional” roles that ultimately don’t fulfill what they wanted for their lives. We’ve lost so much art, music, writing, science, and happiness to misogyny.

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pyskowanie:

the most beautiful eyes are those that look at you with love

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heavyweightheart:

the line between not going out as an act of self-care and not going out as a symptom of depression is but a gossamer thread

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