Nobody gets what goes on in my head. I may be melodramatic, but I truly feel like nobody understand me. I get in this deep, dark place that I’m constantly battling everyday. And some days, it gets the best of me. Some days, I wake up and just cry. And even my friends don’t pretend to understand, even if a part of them does, because people who show that vulnerable side of them are weak. And I’m so tired. I’m tired of being strong. Of being feminist. Of fighting to love myself and to constantly be “happy” when the inner me is screaming to get out. I’m not saying the happy me isn’t real. I DO have good days. But, my bad days are there, too. Bad days are unacceptable and I feel guilty for them. A bad day means I’m completely “messed up” or something. I’m just feeling sad. And nobody will let me. Nobody can just hug me and say “It’s okay you feel crummy right now. I love you anyways.” People love happy me and even then, I feel like she’s an irritating person too. But, oh no, I can’t be self conscious either. That’s too weak.
High School Fashion, 1969
The existence of photos like these (and similar photos from the 70s and 80s and so on) makes me wonder yet again why current-day movies set in this time never seem to be able to get the hair and clothing right.
I AM REALLY UPSET BECAUSE NOBODY IS KISSING ME OR GOING OUT WITH ME OR CRUSHING ON ME EVERYONE ELSE HAS A PERSON WHERE IS MY PERSON WHY DONT I GET A FRICKIN PERSON
oh my god i just witnessed a dramatic breakup between two 13 year olds
poor little fuck
Repeat after me: I am a goddess. My spirit is towering, my soul is mighty, my breasts are magnificent and my shoes are super fucking cute.