(Source: butthorn, via fragile-happiness)
23 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, nerd. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder; living with PTSD. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
(Source: patriotpuke, via exquisitenightmares)
(via disharmonious)
Dear Self,
Anyone in a difficult/stressful situation like yours might lose their ID! People lose things all the time. It is not the end of the world. You can still have a drink tomorrow night, just not at the restaurant probably. And then your mom can FedEx you your passport so you can still board a plane in a few weeks/buy alcohol for the rest of term. She can (and gladly will) even overnight it so you have it by the end of the week! Then you can get it replaced. It might take a while, but who cares?? Your passport will take care of airplanes/buying alcohol, and it’s not like you can drive, anyway. Please stop being so upset with yourself, everyone makes mistakes, and you’re doing amazingly, considering.
Love,
Me
Another Galaxy - Paul Simon
(how can you expect me to live with this? how can you ask me to share my mind with these horrible truths?)
“she’s gone, gone, gone. there is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime. when your eyes are blind with tears but your heart can see another life, another galaxy.”
“How could you do what you did to me? You left a scar, you left a scar. How could you do what you did to me? You went too far, you went too far.” — Love is Louder, Cameron Ernst