Write Until You Reach The Edge Of Something, Whether It’s The World, The Community You Live In, Or

Edward Hopper, Excursion into Philosophy (1959) // T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” (1920)

I’m a little different now because of you.

Rachel Wolchin (via quotemadness)

I am not here for your understanding of who I am. I am here for your understanding of who you are. I am your mirror. How you feel about me, what you see in me, the thoughts that arise from your encounter of me, the judgement you hold about me are all reflections of you. They have nothing to do with me.

Emily Maroutian

hate when I am wearing makeup & still look shitty like what else am I supposed to do? get enough sleep? eat right & exercise? as if

I think I’m literally on the verge of a massive mental breakdown

(via madnessisinmyhead)

Missing your abusive ex is so confusing. Obviously I don’t miss the way I was treated but I miss who he was on the good days, I miss parts of his personality and the way he thought and moved himself. I still care for him, even though he has been so awful to me. What do I do with these feelings??

-where do you want to go? - away