John Waters’ Cry-Baby (1990)
It’s silly that I sometimes want to hear nice things.
Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
e.e. cummings (via siddaleewalker)
Craving chips. I don’t even like chips.
It’s cool. My sunburn looks awesome.
If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.
My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via wanduring)
"Don’t apologize for being sad."
I’m so fucking sick of saying I’m sorry when I’m the one collapsed on the ground.
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Good lord. So nauseous. What is wronggggggg