I cover my wounds

i basically assume that people don’t like me unless they explicitly tell me they like me and then periodically remind me

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Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.

—J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via itsfromabook)

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.

—Emily Dickinson, “Life: XIX” (via litverve)

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turbohigh:

i want to be in a band i want to drive across the country and live in a van full of gross smelly boys and guitars and amps and boxes of merch and bathe in the sinks at rest stops and set up our own stage to sing for a bunch of drunk people in hole in the wall bars and then pack up and load back into the van and try to sleep for a little while before its my turn to drive i want it so bad

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people asking me what kind of music i like is such a stressful experience

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You don’t get raped because you are drunk - you vomit because you are drunk. You get raped because the rapist standing next to you made the decision to rape you and acted on it. The rapist is the only one accountable for going on to rape a person. End.

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