#sad girl thoughts

[angel1xoxo]

I know it is my father’s first time on this Earth, too. And I know he had it worse when he was little.

But I was little too.

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[sleepyhollowgirlsworld]

There will always be someone prettier, wittier, skinnier, funnier, smarter, happier, easier to love;

and I cannot help but feel as though I will never be enough.

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[m1ssnovember]

So many people seem to know who they are, at least pretend they do. I only know what I could’ve been, what I was and meant to be. And all I can pretend to do is know what I want to become.

[protect-the-umbrellas]

it’s just me and my chemical lobotomy against the world

[thefantasyfish]

It makes little sense that we seek validation from those who have hurt us the worst. Still, I am guilty of it.

[xthemandylorianx]

Feeling ✨inadequate✨

[orthodoxangelos]

girls when our happiness always ends

[alwaysmychoices]

sometimes I think about how fanfiction is generally regarded as a space for women, yet this is so consumed with the idea of an ingenue that it asks women why they're still here if they have the audacity to age. And there's a line of young girls who rise and fall with the highs of fandom curiosity, and you watch them exhaust themselves -- their author's notes a litany of apologies for not giving more until their posts become fewer and fewer. They give and give until you see the post wondering why they're not the magic they were when they were fourteen. It happens again and again, but it was never supposed to happen at all.

[angel1xoxo]

„I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.“

-Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

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[sleepyhollowgirlsworld]

battered and bruised, her fragile heart he did use

a pretty little wretch in a pretty black dress

mourns a lover that was never hers, that never loved her in return.

and though he sewed the seed of her insatiable need

to finally feel seen (a little girl's dream),

he tore out her heart and ripped her apart—

left her for dead and the sheets stained red.

[kat-escapingreality]

Sad girl thoughts (2)

Long hot showers, where my mind is free. I think of literally everything, which can sometimes be a good or bad thing. But the hotter the water, the more free my mind is.

[m1ssnovember]

Next time you see my scars, know that I am alive. Most people just live and have no proof of their existence, by bleeding I do.

[kcmuthafuckinbarbee]

And now the sadness comes. The realness of having to miss you forever. The tear streaked memories of the past and the joy stained moments of bliss we shared in our history together. My love for you was all consuming and I struggle to find the parts of me that are left. But I haven’t the strength to keep you in my life. I have come to the realization that I simply no longer want the fire. I can no longer stand in your heat and shrivel as you consume my soul. I have to love you while missing you; like all the other great loves in my life. Am I addicted to a toxic type of love? Or is that that I truly think I deserve to be alone? I’m not sure what’s worse but I do know this ache will fade; I just need to be brave. Braver than I ever was before.

[leeeeenz]

I didn’t die young.

At least, not in the way I’d planned.

I didn’t die the day I swallowed those pills or when I cut my body to pieces. I didn’t die the day he hit me and pushed me down the stairs. I didn’t die the day he held me down, no matter how many times I begged for him to stop or said the word “no”. I didn’t die that day he threatened to take his own life when I said that I was finally going to leave.

I didn’t die that day, but I wanted to.

I wanted to, every time I remembered how it felt to have his hands on my body. I wanted to, every time I smelled his breath as he pinned me down, laughing about how much I wanted him. I wanted to, so every day I would carve out another line, and wittle away another piece of my soul. I wanted to, as my friends abandoned me because my pain was too much to handle. I wanted to, because reaching out for help was being dramatic and selfish, and I just wanted to stop being a burden to everyone I loved.

I wanted to. But I didn’t.

I didn’t die that day. I wanted to, but I didn’t.

And because I didn’t, I fell in love, just to have it all torn away. Because I didn’t, I lost every part of myself. Because I didn’t, the last of my friends decided I was too much, so even as I became less, they left. Because I didn’t, I cried myself to sleep every day for weeks because the pain of life was too much to handle. Because I didn’t, I starved myself in an attempt to be loved again. Because I didn’t, I feel empty.

I wanted to die young. I didn’t die that day, but I wanted to.

Maybe I should have.

[daggers-and-daydreams]

Had a snake almost fall on me today, so like that's fun.