Feeling extremely disenchanted with this site. I’m so sick of scrolling through endless pictures of places I can’t visit, food I’m not eating,
Celebrities being fucking fabulous all the fucking time, and lonely people with no clothes on trying to get other people they will never even meet to like them.

What happened to making real connections with those surrounding us? Being fully present in a moment without feeling the compulsive need to virtually document it? Experiencing life in our own bodies, with no filter?

I’m not depressed, nor am I bitter. I’m awake.

“maybe if i drink another coffee, i will feel better”

“maybe if i buy myself a new sweater, i will feel better”

“maybe if i get so drunk i can’t see, i will feel better”

“maybe if i sleep for fourteen hours, i will feel better”

(Source: ptysis, via wannamakethatmove)

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

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thelilnan:

thefrogman:

Portraits by Jessica Trinh [website | flickr]

[article] [h/t: from89]

(via adventure-often)

woodendreams:

(by MomOnTheRange)

(Source: tattooedmafia)

(Source: tattooedmafia)

I just want to be happy with my body, all the time. I don’t know what else I can do to make this happen. Honestly, I don’t think there is anything I can do because this is how I’ve been hard-wired.

It’s all falling apart!
I’m erasing you, and I’m happy!
You did it to me first!
I can’t believe you did this to me.

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