I’m so afraid. I’m not even sure of what. I just feel scared.
This is a home I built for myself.
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I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.
(Source: squareclocks, via iamagirlwithredhair)
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I remember i wondered how she made a lanyard that was really thick and square and i wanted to know how to make one like it. She looked kind of at a loss for words, almost guilty that she couldn’t teach me or find the right plastic strips for it. Finally she just gave it to me. She gave me the lanyard her daughter made her. Because she was that kind of person.
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Is it okay that I’m scared? Is it okay that I’m alone? Is it okay that I hate myself?
