I Will Never Understand The Hate For Grey Hairs. Your Hair Has Sliver In It Now. You Have The Color Of

delirium

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Passionate Apprentice,”

I just don’t caaaarreee. I don’t care. But I care a lot though I care SO much. But also I just don’t care at all and never have. But also I do and always will. Hope that helps

Last night I couldn't sleep and couldn't sleep just because I wanted so badly to spill over to someone. I feel that I'm cut off from all humankind. I feel like putting my head on your shoulder and weeping from sheer homesickness.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath wr. c. June 1951 featured in Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963

Please, picture me in the weeds. Before I learned civility.

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Apricity (n.) — the warmth of the sun in winter, a subtle warmth that kisses the skin with a softness unexpected in the season's chill.

”are you ok”

no i wanna listen to the sound of you blinking, wanna listen to your hands soothe, listen to your heart beating, listen to the way you move

if they are struggling to love themselves,

how can you expect them to believe that the love you are giving them is real

- unknown

done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.