Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

I still write about you. You probably forgot my name.

I copy pasted parts of this but I do hand letter everything, because while I'm trying to work easier as I'm chronically ill, I am still chronically stupid

I miss you in quiet ways—in skipped songs, in sunsets that don’t feel right, in jokes I can't tell anyone else.

new favorite AO3 comment dropped. short, simple, to the point. made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt.

“You’ll end up really disappointed if you think people will do for you as you will do for them. Not everyone has the same heart as you”

— Fuckology

By amii

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever