“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.” — Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters (via rlyrlyugly)

“and I’m over it,
I’m over it,
I promise I’m over it.
But it still hurts sometimes.” — laura elizabeth ross (via lauraelizabethross)

  • katja: just one I'm a few no family too who am I
  • sarah: get out me car
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i can’t wait for my grandchildren to wish they lived in the era of beyoncé