You were suspicious of their feelings because you had no reason to love yourself—not your body, not your mind. You rejected so much gentleness. What were you looking for?
Carmen Maria Machado, from In the Dream House: A Memoir
i love tumblr because sometimes i get an urge to rb posts about something nobody likes and everyone just politely ignores me. everyone’s like oh he’s fallen into madness again, he’ll be fine later i guess
anthony bridgerton said “i am not a man of poetry” and then turned around and delivered “you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires. night and day i dream of you” all men do is lie
