having one of these days where I just want to spill everything out and the words aren’t coming to me and I don’t want to be sitting spiralling and feeling bad about my work when there’s nothing really there.
trying to write tonight and somebody please send me some vibes
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a list of things that are exhausting
- eczema making me feel insecure (and the fact that a random stranger had to ask about it today is the icing on the cake)
- how I don’t look conventionally attractive or photogenic and therefore feel ugly in every single photo
- just my entire being and presence
ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.
whenever i post this it works
reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet
(via cityelf)
uh so melissa-lozada oliva is going to a poetry slam competition I’m going to be a part of in February….. and I’m going to uh, vomit
womanhood and having a voyeuristic relationship with your own pain
“am i suffering beautifully?” “is my agony lovable?”
(via januaryhoney)