I'm Miranda, I'm 19, and I just want to be me♥
oh, and I really like turtles, socks, and anything edible (:
I tend to involve myself in things that are bad for me


In all my years of living, I never could have imagined it was possible to hold such a deep hatred for anyone. Much less myself. Not only myself, but my existence. My everything. I’ve been losing parts of myself lately that I now realize were never me at all. All I know is I despise what’s left. I hate who I am. I hate who I was. I just fucking hate myself. I wish more than anything I could just understand. It’s like I’m not even a fucking person. I don’t exist. Maybe I don’t deserve to. Maybe I don’t want to. I don’t know. I’m so confused. 

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.

James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time (via quotes-shape-us)

I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.

 Ned VizziniIt’s Kind of a Funny Story (via feellng)