stressed and generally duressed

shepraises:

To the boy who loves me:

I like ramen.

I don’t get enough sleep.

I laugh at my own jokes.

Sometimes I get sad and don’t know why.

Sometimes I will need your shoulder to rest my head on because the weight of my thoughts will wear me down.

Sometimes I won’t tell you what’s wrong because there are no words with which to describe it.

I love flowers.

I love the sound of rain.

Poetry makes me giddy.

Injustice angers me.

I can’t wear makeup to save my life.

I love children. So much.

You will have to remind me to put sunscreen on.

I love a lot of things. You will be one of them.

I will get frustrated. Be patient with me.

I will be insecure. Remind me of my strengths and call me out when I am in the wrong.

Buy me coffee. Only decaf because caffeine makes me anxious.

I love books.

I love when someone knows me intimately.

And lastly, love who I am becoming. I am not there yet, but I will be someday.

- a.k.

qvotable:

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

do you ever just feel the weight of the world on your shoulders slowly crushing you and you dont know how much longer you can hold it? cuz same.

softnettle:

in this house we do grandma activities

(via heauxlesome)