i am just very uncomfortable with the way i am perceived like there’s a disconnect between my actual identity and the identity ppl assume i have and it makes me uncomfortable and stressed out
does my messy hair and the dark circles under my eyes in combination with an oversized shirt and slutty underwear turn you on
People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires.
I want to be an elegant, classy lady who goes to concert halls to hear symphonies, and who speaks French fluently and goes to art museums and galas and lovely things like that, but I also want to just wear flannels and jeans and live in a cabin in the woods and have an organic farm.
Just remember, even your worst days only have twenty-four hours
10 word story (via eteriese)
Depression blog. Keep going, you’re not alone.