People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.
William H. Woodwell Jr. (via perfect)
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I’m in one of those “cuddle up with someone and watch a lame movie while I kiss their neck and casually take off their pants” moods.
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I’m sorry, I’m awful, I’ve just felt so terribly destructive all week. It’s awful. I’m horrible.
J.D Salinger, Franny and Zooey (via perfect)
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