So..... I'm A Ten?

I am so in love

Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

““Who wrote this speech? Voldemort?””

— - Jimmy Fallon, addressing ex-presidents farewell speech

you & your favorite artist look at the same moon btw

You know the melancholic feeling when you listen to an old song and it brings everything from the past back, the friendships, inside jokes, memories, events.

ever since i knew what i shouldn't, i was never able to look my father in the eye, i wasn't even able to bare looking at him, i always sit beside my mom to avoid sitting in front of him, because the thought of him seeing me or talking to me just feels so wrong, when he hugs and kisses me i just want it to end as soon as it begins, he is no longer my dad, he is just a stranger, a monster, someone who hurt my mom to a point where there is no going back, someone who took away the mother i always wanted and replaced her with a shell of a mom, and somehow he managed to take away my dad too.. i don't know for how long i can live with this, for how long i can bare this, i don't know if i even can..

“You lived through that, you will live through this too”

Yes, but how many things do I have to live through? How many times do I have to be grateful I made it out alive? When do I get to stop surviving and start thriving?