posted: September 18th • 15:27
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She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head.
— White Oleander by Janet Fitch (via literarylines)
My problem was that no one ever needed me as much as I needed them.
— (58/365) by (KJ)
- outfit game:on point
- mental health game:?????
I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me… now I look around and wonder if I like them.