I usually never reblog stock photos without a source because what is the point but G O D D D D D D I need this
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madeline. 23. good at the internet, bad at adulthood.
Help I just started re-re-re-re-reading the Letters to the Editors of Women’s Magazines that Edith Zimmerman wrote for the Awl a million years ago, and Kelly and his friend are watching the Che Guevara movie they’ve seen a million times and feel so serious about, and I can’t stop laughing and they don’t think it’s funny.
This app tracks my menstrual cycle and it’s actually super helpful, but nowhere in the options for mood does it say “so overwhelmingly sad that it’s hard to function in the world,” which is what I always need around this time, so what even is the point.
About me: winter thighs in a summer dress.
I’ve never heard a sentence that describes my aesthetic so perfectly!
Yesterday I bought a Fest ticket and booked the hotel, which means I’m owed money by three boys who are not really known for being responsible, one of whom just lost his job. Still, it’s a promise: something to look forward to, something to plan for, and something that suggests to the universe that I know I’ll be okay by then. I will save enough money and I will work hard enough to take two weeks off. My friends will still like me. There’s not an expiration date.
I’m almost done with this and some parts stick out so strongly, but especially a quotation from a man Plath dated while in New York with the Mademoiselle internship: “She was ashamed of herself really. She was ashamed because she had met indomitable things that she could not conquer, things that were conquering her. She felt she should be better than that.”
I’m trying to accept and respect that some things are stronger than me because they are strong in ways I cannot be, but they can still be conquered. It doesn’t mean don’t try.
