Call me, Brookee <3
I'm seventeen, but I've been through a lot. I break down often, but always seem to stand back up. I'm here for anyone who wants to talk, i'll always listen. On another note, I live on camel menthols, k pins, and Redbull. As always I'm head over heals for someone who doesn't wanna relationship, and as usual I blame myself. I just want one person, one person, to knock on my door and present me with flowers. I don't care if they are daisys from my mom's front garden located one lunge to the right of my doorbell, I just want someone to go out of their way just a little to show that they want me.... I apologize for the mini rant.
“It’s a lie. It’s a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and… all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it’s beautiful ‘cause that’s what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone… But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so… the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie.” - Closer (2004)
If someone ever tells you a certain song is important to them you should turn it up and lay on your bed and close your eyes and really listen to it even if its 10 minutes long because at the end you will know that person much better I think
On Periods: Let’s put this shit to bed right now: Women don’t lose their minds when they have period-related irritability. It doesn’t lower their ability to reason; it lowers their patience and, hence, tolerance for bullshit. If an issue comes up a lot during “that time of the month,” that doesn’t mean she only cares about it once a month; it means she’s bothered by it all the time and lacks the capacity, once a month, to shove it down and bury it beneath six gulps of willful silence.