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We're terrified of one another.
And terrified of what that means.
i woke up with this song stuck in my head.
May 2010
86 posts
this thing is like formspring?
yes ma’am
You seemed to be asking me to ask you something? So I'm asking. Ummmmmm, when you lay down to sleep at night do you ever listen to the sound of your own breathing and feel amazed that it just keeps going even though you forget to think about it most of the time? It seems like this should be more of a focus, more important. A way to stay in the moment. Yet we barely ever even notice.
gosh yeah and then sometimes i’ll forget how to breathe, if i think about it too much. same with blinking or even heartbeats sometimes.
Have you met anyone from flickr in real life? Who and have you stayed in touch? :) just wondering, sorry:)
yep! i’ve met jonapc, jobeth carlton, hey rabbbit, tangolarina, and say.today. and yes we stay in touch and i hope to see them all again someday! and other people too! also, i inadvertently met my boyfriend because of flickr, even though he doesn’t have an account.
i left a message on your facebook awhile ago and i've gotten no reply.. :( i understand tho.
oh gosh, really? i’m so sorry! i have about 120 unread facebook messages, i never check them. please send me an email and i’ll reply much quicker there! i’m sorry. :[ cariwayman@gmail.com
when i am quiet in crowds i bite my fingers and write poems in my head.
My body full of WHITE stretch marks (shoulders, back, abdomen, hip, etc) and I hate myself for that. What would you do if you were me? I mean, I know all that stuff about don't giving a shit and loving yourself and so, but it is really hard to dress without feeling uncomfortable (I love your style btw) and I don't know it depresses me a lot, I feel like no one could ever love me because of that :( it's horrible. Thanks for reading :)
i agree it’s hard to do that whole “love yourself” and “not give a shit” thing —it’s quite the contrary for me, i hate the way i look and i really, really give a shit about what other people think and i’m the first person to admit that, ha. i just think it’s important to dress the way that makes you happy —happy, not comfortable or safe or anything like that. it’s okay for anyone to feel depressed about how they look, but please know that someone will love you, many people will love you, not in spite of how you look, but because of how you look —stretch marks or scars or anything included. i apologize for rambling and talking a lot about myself and my own experiences with this sort of thing, but i have this thing called dermatillomania where i pick my skin until it bleeds and scars and it looks absolutely terrible and whenever i look in the mirror i just want to die because i think, you know, you can’t be pretty with bad skin, no matter what your face looks like, you just can’t. but my boyfriend tells me he loves my scars and he doesn’t want me to get them surgically fixed one day, and i get mad at him and yell at him for saying something so dumb, but secretly i love that he says that. so anyway what i’m trying to say is i think that if you dress and find a way to look that makes you really happy —and being insecure and hating yourself won’t go away just because of that —then it doesn’t fucking matter if you’re perfect, because i think perfect is pretty dang boring anyway. and there’s tons of people who feel the same way. and there’s tons of people who will love you for that.
How many times over the years have I told you that you're NOT chubby?! You are perfectly normal and beautiful.
thankyou, girl <3
