Queen Bitch
For too damn long, I’ve apologized to the men I’ve loved, for not being THAT pretty. For not being THAT skinny. For not being THIS, for not being THAT. I’ve said, “I’m sorry I’m not good enough.” Since the age of thirteen, like I say my name, it’s become the default of the question, “who are you?” I am so tired of beating myself up, tearing myself down. My body is not a goddamn temple, it’s the house I grew up in. I don’t know why I keep trying to burn it down.i.c. // "Fire vs. Fire" (via delicatepoetry)
People wait
all week for friday,
all year for summer,
all life for happiness.
(via sk8rg-url)

(Source: difficult)


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if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point.