my social studies teacher once told us “human beings are the most selfish of all. even when someone dies, you shed tears only because they are no more around to provide you with whatever they had been for so long”
and it has been 3 years since she said this and this is still what i think about at night
Who taught me to suck in my stomach, or my cheeks? Who told me to stand with my legs apart and my hips thrust back to create the illusion of a gap between my thighs? Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me is my negative space?
I’m just so tired. I sleep all the time. All the time. I don’t enjoy it. It doesn’t make me feel any better. I don’t enjoy anything anymore actually. Do you know how exhausting it is to continue on with life, and get out of bed EVERY DAY when you have no interest in any of it?
“He is now resting. He is now at peace. Our nation hast lost its greatest son. Our people have lost its father.”—Nelson Mandela has died, South African President Jacob Zuma announces. (via think-progress)