My most shameful secret and deepest desire is simply this: I want more than anything to be beautiful.
The question is, I suppose, are you ready to accept it if it doesn’t come from where you want it to?
I think sometimes we become blind to the love we so desperately crave when it doesn’t come from the place we want it to.
The love was there, and is there, you just have to look beyond your desired horizon.
Oops
on the blr instead of locking in for finals
Guyliner beauty segment featuring Pete Wentz, Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie
Am I even that mentally ill though lowkey
Like maybe it’s in my head
i think i would give anything experience this
am i too much or not enough? because i feel like i only ever seem to be one of the two.
i feel like i’m subpar in everything in every way; and i know that almost every person on this damned earth feels the same,
but i can’t seem to shake the feeling—or belief rather—that at the end of everything there’s nothing.
at the end of everything all i have is me. and i guess that’s a reality i have to accept. it is true for everyone that we only have ourselves at the end of the day, but i’m so scared that no matter what i'll always end up alone