my friend: hey u ok
me, in a depressive episode:
them: hello
me, 8 days later: ahsjksk my bad yeah im fine!!! how are YOU tho??!!
(Source: caylaxmerie)
“That girl is a gunshot. They say it like they’re surprised. But what do they know of teenage girls? Of blood oaths beneath pinky swears, razorblades hidden underneath powderpuffs, night nights and sleep tights uttered moments before nightmares are written in diaries. It’s the worst time of your life, if you do it right. Because teenage girls don’t have friends, they have gangs. They don’t have gossip, they have leverage. Concealer can hide a multitude of sins the morning after. These girls are actors, performing in the role of the perfect little girl. The mask will fall one day, but right now, they’re word-perfect. So by day they jump rope, sing sweetly, whisper and chatter, play and work on math equations so they can go to prom. In the shadows, by night, by hook or by crook they: scream until their throats bleed to announce their arrival to a cruel world. They puke themselves pretty, and fight on a battleground made of their mind. They dance the way the movie stars do, and learn their power can be in a cruel jab, or the fluttering of an eyelash. These girls are dangerous. And they’re beautiful. But mostly, they are young.”— On Literary Teenage Girls (A.V.P)
I love that feeling I get when it’s about to rain and the wind is rising and there’s some sort of peace in that. I swear I can hear the plants whispering
