Yearning of the Heart
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Jennifer ● 17 ● EdmontonThis is just a little personal blog of mine that I put all of my feelings and thoughts onto. It is entirely of reblogs and a few personal posts; the reblogs consist of how I see mankind and how I see the world.
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Day 78:
My mother comes to the top of the stairs to tell my brother and i to go to bed. “Go to bed, Chris,” she says to him. “HEY, GO TO BED RIGHT NOW, GIRL.” she yells at me. Today, we caught a mouse at around midnight. My brother comes home at around 7:50PM ish. He goes down stairs, sees the mouse and lights part of it on fire. All my other brothers watch and run upstairs yelling, my sister goes down to confront him and yells and screams and cries because the mouse is still alive, and of how inhumane my brother really fucking is. My mom also knows about this. She tells him he’s stupid and yells, but also later raises her voice even louder and yells at me for not cleaning my room. She also hits me and tells me how I’m useless and how i WILL get no where in life. Also that I’m going to bring my boyfriend(we’ve been dating for a little more then a year now) down and that I’m a burden to everyone. Threatens to throw me out after I turn 18(which will be in a week) and tells me she doesn’t care where I live or even if I’m able to find shelter. Thanks mom.
onlinecounsellingcollege
"I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward and imperfect, because that’s natural and that’s real."
(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via hellojennh)
"In 100 years we’ll all be dead. That’s kinda creepy, if you think about it, but what can you do? We are all here, now, feeling these things and saying these things, and if these pages sit on the bedside table or the bookshelf, traveling through time at the speed of time, gathering heat and light, and arrive, years later, in the hands of a reader—perhaps even you, dear reader—then hurray for us. We love you, we do. But there’s this space between us, always this space between us. We’re stuck in our skins and singing, and no one really knows how long it will take for the sound to reach you."
swanfucker
"There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors."
(Source: swanfucker, via inmotels)
theroseonthegrey
"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited."
(via inmotels)
