my mom just looked at a spider at our kitchen and yelled “why do you have to be like that? you dont need that many eyes or legs you need to stop”
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so i have two little cousins one is 10 and the other is 7 and my aunt told them they could each say one cuss word and not get in trouble so the older one very politely says “damn” but the younger one stands up on the kitchen table, rips his shirt off and screams “FUUUUUUCCCKKKK” while dive bombing to the floor and my aunt just stood there and stared at him because she couldn’t get mad at him
Another girl being pretty does not make me ugly,
Another girl being smart does not mean I’m not smart.
Another girl being liked does not mean I am unliked.
I am perfect and incredible just the way I am, and any other girl is perfect and incredible just the way she is.
Girl competition needs to stop, and self love needs to start.
The Morning After I Killed Myself
The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.
I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.
The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.
The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.
The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.
The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.
I needed this tonight
If you’re looking for a sign not to then this is it. My inbox is open if you think talking to a stranger will help.
This is devastating and precious. Wow.
If anyone needs this, here you go. Just remember that somebody, somewhere always cares about you.
I hate my:
Stomach
Face
Skin
Hair
Fat
Legs
Thighs
Feet
Hands
Chest
Butt
Waist
Pretty much anything you can see
Why don’t wheelchairs have pedals for when your arms get tired?
b/c your legs don’t fucking work what is this
- me age 10: mOTHER I MUST SHAVE
- mom: no
- me age 17: look at all this leg hair. nice.
- mom: PLEASE SHAVE YOUR LEGS I CAN FEEL YOUR LEG HAIR CARESS MY ANKLES FROM ACROSS THE ROOM
When you’re making out with someone and they climb on top of you and lay on you and grind into you and you wrap your legs around them and you just want to get closer to them but you can’t cause you already are holy FUCK
If your highlight is exxagerrating your skin texture, apply it with a dampened beauty blender instead of a brush
what does any of this even mean? was this written in english? this is some type of alien moon speak
Shut the fuck up with your big ass pores