If I could get one message through to the adolescent girls of America, it would be this: the state of your hymen has nothing, I repeat nothing, to do with your worth as a human being.
When I was younger, I saw 20-somethings sitting at coffee shops and thought they must be so happy now that they’re older and have their lives together. Now I’m the 20-something and I see that life doesn’t slow down and fall into place just because you’re old enough. Being older just means that you have to make time to stop and enjoy that coffee.
(via rebeccasusanne)
(Source: griffshot, via casual-starlight)
you told me i need to demand less of myself,
that i’m spreading myself too thin
(even though nothing about me is thin).
you don’t understand why i avoid free time,
but i can’t understand why you seek it out.
there’s nothing liberating about
free time to me,
because having somewhere to be,
or something to do,
or someone to notice when i’m not here;
whether or not i’m physically present,
it can be so easy for me to disappear
within the vast o-
-cean of my thoughts.
its enticing undertow,
lurks within the shadows of my mind;
i feel it pulling me beneath the surface
whenever i have free time.
although, you see,
i wouldn’t call it free,
when it comes at such a high cost.
the all-too-familiar path within myself,
that always leaves me lost.
