ikilledalaska:

I wonder if people know what it’s like to feel ugly in your own skin.  Too feel so absolutely hideous that you can’t even face the mirror.  Compliments and praise may be thrown your way, but it’s just brushed against you like the wind, you don’t really hear it. You don’t believe it.  Maybe you don’t want to, maybe you feel that people are just being kind, maybe they’re telling the truth, but it doesn’t really get through to you, because no matter what, you always feel ugly.





I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.
- John Steinbeck, Winter of Our Discontent (via youlooklikesomethingblooming)





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