THE PHRASE ‘ITS ALWAYS THE LAST PLACE YOU LOOK’ MAKES ME SO ANGRY BECAUSE FUCKING DUH ITS THE LAST PLACE YOU LOOK WHY WOULD YOU KEEP LOOKING IF YOU FOUND IT
i finally got to 15 followers on tumblr. i’m trying really hard to not let the fame get to my head but it’s difficult. today some lady at the supermarket asked me if i wanted paper or plastic bags and i just f*****cking lost it i am too famous for her questions. i can’t believe i haven’t been asked to do a magazine cover yet. i feel like it is coming soon.
how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?
why do you find the unavailable so alluring?
where did it begin? what went wrong? and who made you feel so worthless?
if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?
all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you, you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?
and what about the others that would do anything for you, why did you make them love you until you could not stand it?
how are you both of these women, both flighty and needful?
where did you learn this, to want what does not want you?
where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?
Warsan Shire (via the-healing-nest)
“how are you both of these women, both flighty and needful?”