"Fuck you, and fuck everyone who thinks that you can get over grief with nothing besides a bit of ‘put on your big girl britches.’ It doesn’t work like that, and it especially doesn’t work like that when all your non-professional support leaves town for long stretches of time. I cannot wait until this attitude dies a bloody, painful death and people realize that psychologists are not just con artists and that it’s okay to say ‘holy hell, this thing is bigger than me, I need some help dealing with it.’"
Reblog if you’re waiting for your energy to refill on Kim K Hollywood rn
after some deliberation and soul-searching, i named my kim kardashian character i just pooped myself. this is what i’ve been doing instead of my research paper— taking screenshots and laughing hysterically. i’m 5 years old
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i’ll always love you ‘cause we grew up together and you helped make me who i am. i just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and i’m grateful for that. whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, i’m sending you love. you’re my friend to the end.
— her (2013)
(Source: bonhivers, via titounettes)