Thought.is

I want to be loved as my own one-person species, and independent of all other outside phenomena.

You’re allowed to be a bitch and then give a completely long, drawn out apology about how much of a bitch you were. You’re allowed to tell someone when they keep reminding you of your bitchy moment to shut up.

Once upon a time, there was a boy. Well, actually, there were several boys. But more importantly, once upon a time, there was a young woman.

You couldn’t possibly like me, because I haven’t cried into my pillow over you, or written a sad poem about how we never really got to know each other despite how much we lusted for one another.

A sensitive soul can start to believe that the world is unfair, and it can make them cold. The goal is to show compassion for yourself, and see yourself as human.