Idk why I keep getting sad over people that don’t give a shit about me.
Don’t ever compliment me by insulting other women. That’s not a compliment, it’s a competition none of us agreed to.
I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.
I’m someone who’s mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be.
― Nick Miller (via bornreadygeneration)