Latest Posts by forg3tm3not3 - Page 2
you're allowed to be proud of things that others would consider small you're allowed to be proud of eating food you're allowed to be proud of drinking water you're allowed to be proud of brushing your teeth you're allowed to be proud of washing your hair you're allowed to be proud of going outside you're allowed to be proud of having a conversation you're allowed to be proud of getting out of bed you're allowed to be proud of just surviving this long you're allowed to be proud of things that others would consider small
even the worst things have things to love in them
i’m not here
this isn’t happening
i’m not here
i’m not here
NANA (2006)
snoopy of the day
just like me fr
Alexis Sears, “September” [ID in alt text]
christmas isn’t the same anymore
moment of silence for everyone who's just like their dad but a girl
Arthur Rimbaud, from The Complete Works of Arthur Rimbaud; "A Heart Under A Cassock,"
currently missing summer
I wanna be feminine but not in a woman way
I wanna be feminine in a Jazmin Bean way
obsessed with this song. and them.
" everything you do, I'm obssessed with you, I don't mean to scare but you're just so cute, every move you make, you're fucking sweeter than a cake, I wanna cut you up and put you in my oven just to bake. "
" And everything you say is like poetry, wanna drop you in boiling water, drink you like chamomile tea. I'd like to wipe these other bitches so it is just you and me, I wanna hug you like a bunny, wanna sting you like a bee. "
“Choose to see the best in people, but don’t expect them to always be that way. Because we’re human, and we mess up. But still choose to see their best, even when they’re at their worst.”
— Kayil York
I just miss it.
you can’t save everyone. you can’t fix them.
no matter how hard i scrub i can never get you off of me. you’re touch lingers, it lingers where you tightened your fingers around my wrists and held me down, it lingers in the flesh of my arms and chest that you bit into. i’m reminded every time someone touches me, i have to tell myself that it isn’t you and that im safe now. you changed me, you changed me and i can never be who i was before i knew you. im okay with that now but it still hurts sometimes. did you know what you were doing was bad? do you know how i think of you now? i hope you realise it someday, and i hope i never see you ever again.
i need infinite money forever so i can get everyone so so so many little gifts
even happiness exhausts me, i need a cigarette and to die
rotting away from the inside out
i’m so scared the people i love are going to die, i’m so worried about him, and i feel like all my friends hate me, im ruining everything
my stomach hurts, it hurts all the time now, everything hurts.
drove to portland and back in 2 days
Sylvia Plath in a letter to her mother, 1956