#emma has never been someone’s number one priority#but here’s this man#who has nothing in the EF without her#who doesn;t come back for the greater good#he comes back for her#to save her from living a lie#because he knows her#he knows she would want the truth#even if it hurts#even if it’s like waking from a good dream#he came back to save her from the life she didn’t choose#emma has been defined from before her birth by her role as the savior#but now she has her own savior#and he says its like it’s the most basic fact on earth (via x)
"but now she has her own savior"
I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside.
Rae: “I just can’t eat in front of people.”
Stacey: “Why not?”
Rae: “Well, because, if I eat unhealthy food, then people will think ‘Oh, look at that fat cow. No wonder she got to that size,’ and if I eat healthy food, then they think ‘Well, who’re you trying to kid, love? You didn’t get to that size by eating salads.’”
The fat experience in a nutshell. Bloody hell, My Mad Fat Diary is brilliant.
I unfriended nearly 60 people today. It hurts but I think its necessary for me to fully let go and keep moving forward.
I’m wondering if I’ll ever stop. It seems I always find something new to run away from. But maybe I’m just one of those people.
insensible, teachers could not possibly cover all the genocides and systems of oppression created by white people over the course of one month
I feel really tired today. Emotionally, mentally, and physically. Sending love to the beautiful people in my life that help me keep myself functional.
having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it’s the fear of failure but no urge to be productive, and it’s wanting friends while hating socializing. it’s like running a marathon with the willpower of a corpse because you want to get to the end but you also want to sleep and evaporate into the soil and become compost for snails and flowers because then at least you’re useful