My name is Mae and I hate every inch of myself.☻
can we stop glorifying social anxiety and that “awkward girl”?
Because it’s not cute or adorable when I can’t even text my friends for the absolute terror that they hate me
and I can’t go to the grocery store on weekends or afternoons because there’s too many people and I can’t function
or that I always panic when talking to anyone new ever at all.
It’s not cute. It’s downright terrifying and I’d greatly appreciate it ya’ll fucking stopped.
|1:||What are you wearing?|
|2:||Ever been in love?|
|3:||Ever had a terrible breakup?|
|4:||How tall are you?|
|5:||How much do you weigh?|
|6:||Any tattoos do you want?|
|7:||Any piercings that you want?|
|11:||Something you miss?|
|13:||How old are you?|
|19:||Loud music or soft?|
|20:||Where do you go when you're sad?|
|21:||How long does it take you to shower?|
|22:||How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?|
|23:||Ever been in a physical fight?|
|26:||The reason I joined Tumblr?|
|28:||Last thing that made you cry?|
|29:||Last time you cried?|
|30:||Meaning behind your url|
|31:||Last book you read?|
|32:||Last song you listened to?|
|33:||Last show you watched?|
|34:||Last person you talked to?|
|35:||The relationship between you and the person you last texted?|
|37:||Place you want to visit?|
|38:||Last place you were?|
|39:||Do you have a crush?|
|40:||Last time you kissed someone?|
|41:||Last time you were insulted and what was it?|
|42:||What color underwear are you wearing?|
|43:||What color shirt are you wearing?|
|44:||What color bottoms are you wearing?|
|45:||Wearing any bracelets?|
|46:||Last sport you played?|
|47:||Last song you sang?|
|48:||Last prank call you remember doing?|
|49:||Last time you hung out with anyone?|
I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.
You’ve become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no fucking idea how to respond.
THAT THEY’RE NOT TRYING
BECAUSE HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW IF THEY’RE TRYING OR NOT
JUST BECAUSE IT DOESN’T LIVE UP TO YOUR STANDARDS DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE NOT TRYING
Survivors have scars. Victims have graves.