Of all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
It’s like you become more you, which normally is like ‘blaaaaagh pow!’ But now it’s okay because the person, like, whoever—they chose to take all that on. All that weird stuff, whatever’s wrong, or bad, or hiding in you. Suddenly it’s alright. You don’t feel like such a freak anymore.
i don’t care about straight girls who are afraid to cut their hair short in case they get called lesbians, i care about the fact that lesbians are being used as fucking insults
the worst feeling in the world is to know you were used and lied to by someone you trusted