Cait. 23. Texas.
Writer . Mermaid. Feminist.


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humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

e.e. cummings (via observando)

(via wordsandpalabras)

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reheating:

summer 2014:

  • white eyeliner
  • a full face of illuminator, dnt be afraid to shine
  • glittery nude lipgloss
  • groomed eyebrows
  • hair do’s ur mom would giv u in 3rd grade 

(via cutebabe)

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Things To Remember

wittyandcharming:

  • Don’t be angry at yourself when anxiety/depression flares up. It isn’t your fault and no one blames you and if they do they’re pieces of shit.
  • Don’t orbit around your perceived value so much. You’re not the sum total of what you produce.
  • Don’t let yourself wonder why people love you. That’s not how it works. There are not stark, individual reasons that a person can enumerate about why they love you. It’s the entire, unique combination of what and who you are.

(via hibernationdream)

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peregrintoolc:

I’m thankful for all the different ways I can eat potatoes

(Source: billycraplan, via proudnewsunburns)

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can we please stop romanticizing depression

like

it’s not crying quietly in the shower still looking perfect with just the right amount of makeup running down your cheeks, or like sitting on a park bench with the wind blowing in your hair looking mildly sad

it’s sobbing so hard you have snot and drool running down your face and you can’t breathe. it’s smelling bad and having awful hair and bad breath and dirty underwear because you haven’t been able to get up and shower for the past week. it’s gaining weight because the only thing you can think to do to make yourself feel better is eat ice cream because you like ice cream, or losing weight because everything tastes disgusting and you can’t see the point in nourishing your body. it’s sitting alone in your room surrounded by piles of dirty clothes that you haven’t had the energy to wash, and the gross dishes that are still piled up on your windowsill

nobody looks good when they’re depressed, it’s not tragically beautiful, it’s not waiting for someone to come save you because they think you’re too pretty to be sad

it’s not a fucking tumblr post on a polaroid picture, it’s dirty and messy and terrifying and ugly and real

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bella-suicidio:

☹
228,891 ♫

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evyerone on the whole earth

cornharvest:

Be quiet

(Source: mymomsaidihavetocomehomerightnow, via 1991spaceboy)

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durgapolashi:

People want to look effortless and carefree with their clothes because it could be conflated to imply they have their shit together and don’t worry about their body. There’s no anxiety in Céline or a beautifully cut Lanvin skirt. But anxiety is part of my identity, and I like clothes that bring it out. If I have to suffer this mortal coil, you’re gonna hear about it. Everything I do is out of the anxious death drive, let’s be real.”

Arabelle Sicardi

(via arabellesicardi)

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seventeen months later and I am still hungover
waking up head-sore and sandpaper-tongued, because
you kissed me too rough and I scabbed and scarred over
and now I scratch my lovers’ skins when I try to tell them secrets
waking up sloshing with a stomach still full of you
from a dream where we talked, just talked
and my therapist asked me why that was a nightmare?
all I know is when she asks me, I have to sit down for a moment
dizzy and fluttering like a moth in my own glass head
and why was I so comfortable reclining into the cushions of you?
and were the thorns there all along, and why did it take time
for me to find the puncture wounds you left?
I don’t know, I don’t know
the wind is knocked out of me
when I don’t know, still, with a seventeen-month headache
hanging limp over the toilet and waiting to spit you up
and be done with it, finally
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