We understand ourselves

These are my notes on life, and your notes too.
Confessions, thoughts, feelings and confused mumblings.
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mossball:

white people who describe their nationality in fractions

(via africancheewahwah)

kiss-my-aspergers:

foxstitches:

serasquatch:

berserkasfuckk:

Matilda

I was rewatching this movie the other day and got up to the point where she and Miss Honey meet for the first time in the classroom, and she mentions that her favorite author is Charles Dickens.
And, like, I always thought they namedropped him in order to make her sound intellectual, but it occurred to me really suddenly and violently that the reason she loves Dickens is because he writes about children who live in abusive systems and who’ve been orphaned or abandoned and she finds comfort and solidarity in it. Miss Honey’s reacts the way she does because Dickens is special to her, likely for the same exact reason. WOW DUH.
ONLY GETTING THIS LIKE 15 YEARS LATER. ALL ABOARD THE SLOW MOBILE.

omG

If it’s any consolation, I’m pretty sure 70% of the people reblogging this also didn’t realise this until you said it. Myself included.

Being alone.

I’m not a generally quiet person. I’m loud, I don’t find it difficult to make people listen to me and I’m confident. But some days, I cease to gain energy and I drop as the day progresses. I feel like speaking two words will exhaust me, let alone hold a conversation. I want to sleep the day away and avoid everyone. I just want to be alone. It’s a difficult way to feel when your friends expect you to remain the same person, day in, day out. I’m not that good an actress. I’m sorry.

18motivos:

sin título by stefanyalves on Flickr.

Self Harm.

I have never raised a blade to my wrist/arm/thigh/anywhere, pressed down and made myself bleed. I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m so squeamish and worthless that I can’t even bring myself to self harm. Instead, I scratch until my arms are red raw and the marks stay there for hours rather than weeks. This is supposedly still self harm. I don’t agree. I don’t see how you can put something as pathetic as what I do in the same category as people who cut up their bodies looking for a way to be released.


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