OMG it is not okay that I just laughed out loud to this. To redeem myself I will say that I’ve visited Harriet Tubman’s house (shack). It’s not too far away from Syracuse!
I keep telling myself that looks don’t matter in the ‘real world’- because being on the internet makes me really believe that no one is perfect and that i am more than the fucking clothes that I wear. I really do believe this at home and when I’m with my friends. But as soon as I go out into the ‘real world’, I’m bombarded with fashionable, confident looking girls that make me feel like shit. Suddenly, I doubt my every ability. Suddenly, I can’t even READ as well as everyone else. How could I even compete with them?
❝What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.❞
- Chuck Palahniuk (via graceisred)
❝According to Greek Mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.❞
- Plato (via kerriez)