Impostors! Scatter like fruitless blossoms before my flowers!
I REALLY HATE when I’m talking about my desire for romantic love and someone says, “well love yourself.” Like shut the fuck up. Self love and romantic love do not replace each other. They do not fill the same void. And just because I wish there was someone in my life that made me feel special, doesn’t mean I don’t think I’M special. Fuck your projections. Regardless of HOW MUCH you love yourself, it doesn’t replace the energy, strength, commitment, and love that can come from another. As a general note, my feelings aren’t up for debate. I just wanted to vent.
Boston Post, Massachusetts, April 28, 1895
Me: *sees my rival*
Me: *ever so tenderly presses my forehead against them.*
Me: I hate you so fucking much













