why doesn’t anywhere sell normal clothes for women? like i want a plain black fuckin sweater not a mohair cross stitch embroidered cropped asymmetrical slouch longline short sleeved drop hem thing with a hole in the back
In social issues class today our professor held up a black book and was like “this book is red” and we were all “no” and he said “yes it is” and we were just all “that’s not right” and he turned it around and the back cover was red and he said “Don’t tell somebody they’re wrong until you’ve seen things from their point of view”
when somebody whos generally nice gets upset over the smallest thing then its probably because theyre fed up of getting walked all over all the time and having their feelings and belongings disregarded by other people so next time someone flips their shit because you took a piece of their food without asking or wore a piece of their clothing without permission you should probably apologise instead of saying they have a short temper or theyre too dramatic
You constantly have that tape-over-mouth feeling with them — you either feel silenced, misunderstood, or like you’re somehow approximating what you mean to say no matter how hard you try to just say it.
You suspect they like hearing the sound of their own voice more than they like hearing yours.
Their #1 project in life is your relationship — they have no goals, dreams, or aspirations of their own and define themselves by who they’re with instead of what they do.
There’s a difference between wanting to die, and not wanting to live. When you want to die, you have a goal; a single ambition. When you don’t want to live, you’re just…empty. You can never understand that until you feel it
It is the one who lies beside you while you cry over a lost one, the one who spends those extra minutes with you on the phone or simply the one who understands the value of his or her assistance and compassion in your life. That is whose opinion you should value most sincerely and those are the ones worth fighting for.
have you ever been in one of those moods where you just want to grab everything and rip it from the walls and break everything because you feel broken and you want to scream and kick and cry because nothing feels right and it’s all wrong and you don’t feel right and i don’t know anymore.
and then you realize that you’re not in a movie and you’d have to clean it up yourself so you don’t