boys= nasty and dress bad

me= somehow still likes boys and is disappointed in myself and thinks i should do better

me: *exists*
me: this is too much

life is hard when you simultaneously want to look like a fairy princess, a witch, a gothic heroine and a disgruntled human being.

HELLO UNIVERSE I AM READY FOR GOOD THINGS TO HAPPEN TO ME NOW!!!!!!

I’ve officially run out of excuses:

Me in two sentences.

Me: I won’t get jealous
Me: Who’s this fucking whore

me: *wants to be secretive, mysterious, and cool*

me: *tells my whole life story and more to whoever gives me enough attention*

Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.

Sylvia Plath, 3 months before her suicide. (via portails)

I’m used to it

The saddest thing you can hear someone say. (via suckingonlarry)