People always ask if your trauma changed you but I was young, I don’t know who I was before my trauma. I don’t know who I would’ve been without it and I never will know.
replacing my heart with a lego, step on it now bitch
often the only solution is to audibly call myself a dumb bitch and then move on
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals
practicing taking up space in people's lives by posting silly little sentences on tumblr