This hurt has been busy piling weight on my chest, turning my stomach and making my mind race all day.
I’m sorry.
This hurt has been busy piling weight on my chest, turning my stomach and making my mind race all day.
I’m sorry.
Here’s an important selfie. I avoid profile pictures at all costs because I feel so ugly when I see them. I’m not sure I have ever seen a photo of me in profile that didn’t make me cringe, but I’m trying here to be nice to myself, to not cringe, to not hurl insults in a way that bruises that part of me that is greater than my body.
I don’t feel pretty today, attractive today or particularly confident today. Here is my proof that I struggle with this shit every single day but I am posting this to remind myself that even on days, and in pictures, where I feel ugly, my worth is not based there. My worth is inherent in my being and is never something that can be taken from me.
Geoff Rickly is one of my heroes and I give no fucks.
Just reblogging this picture of myself with Geoff Rickly no big deal, nope.
(via aoawaywego)
I feel like I know how this ends, even when I am happy, I feel like I know how it ends and I feel like I’ve always known. I’m living with that knowledge today and my chest is tight and heavy and I’m trying to get out of bed, clean my fucking room and shower just to distract from these heavy thoughts.
If you come over I’ll make you tea and tell you I love you.