Suppose humans had the bones of wings buried deep beneath their shoulders.

I dislike pity. I hate sympathy.

I know it comes from a place of caring, I know that there are people who genuinely feel bad for others in trying situations, but I have had enough of pity to know that it doesn’t change anything. You feel bad for me? Thank you, but please direct it where I can’t see it.

"I know how you feel." No you don’t. No, you will never be able to. Every person is complex and different with varying degrees of emotion. In any case, if you knew how I felt, you’d know the moment you let those words out that I am in danger of wanting to punch you. You could never know what it means to me when I see people holding hands or when I see a yogurt cup. Never.

My feelings are my own, I can fight my own battles. If someone feels bad for me, then I thank you, it’s appreciated, but not needed.

futuredudeman:

cassbuttmcgee:

radiogrimshaw:

have you ever met someone who is like the human version of period cramps

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I think this is the first time something has conveyed to me with true clarity just how bad period cramps are.

"You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.”
— (via forever-and-alwayss)
"And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”
— The Chaos of Stars (Kiersten White)
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