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20. Indiana. Female. I post what best describes the deepest, darkest crevices of my mind. Enjoy :)
"But your solitude will be your home and haven even in the midst of very strange conditions, and from there you will discover all your paths."
What did the cat say to the dog?
cats don’t talk
Current status: I am not sucking a dick or being spanked and that’s v upsetting.
the problem with procrastination is that it’s so comforting. While also totally anxiety-inducing, the act of avoidance and doing nothing productive is so dangerously soothing
"I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else."
"Don’t you dare fucking touch my heart unless you plan to stay."
It’s gross as fuck to tell people that no one will love them until they love themselves. Loving yourself is hard. Listen: you are loved, you are worthy of love and respect, and you can be loved even on the days when you see nothing in yourself to love.