the shipfitter's wife: The Stages of Love →
fleurishes: (I) When you’re young it’s your mother’s arms, that solace of fleshy comfort; your security blanket, your rock nestled in the middle of the sea. It’s her perfume, the soft powdery feel of her skin. It’s her hair, not yet cut out of frustration in the typical “mom” haircut; still long with…
If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s...– Audre Lorde (via raisehellhavesex)
i feel so lost
the eternal teenage lack of confidence
well first you’re like ‘why doesn’t anyone like me?’ and then you’re like ‘why would anyone like me?’ and then you just sit in your room and watch sappy romcoms about girls prettier than you and life spirals on.
humbrahombre: Handsome Furs|”When I get Back” ...
i just hate being treated as a lesser person because of my age. i feel as responsible as any adult, if not more so, and if you really, REALLY think it’s a better idea to go to my mother about certain qualms concerning me, instead of me, the instigator of the qualms, well then FUCK YOU BUTTHEAD. obviously you’re bad at tracing the source of the problem, and there’s no way to solve...
moral of the story
life sucks but then you get used to it.