His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. James Joyce, Dubliners (’The Dead”)

me: oh yea it’s been years I’m over it also me: *was actually irreparably changed to the point that my personality and the way I interact with others and my insecurities are, even today, a direct result of what happened*

hectichoods: “she’s so much prettier than m-” NO YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE A GODDESS STOP PUTTING YOURSELF DOWN. BECAUSE YOU’RE GORGEOUS IF; YOU’RE SHORT, TALL, SKINNY, CURVY, FAT, LOUD, QUIET, IF YOU HAVE FRECKLES OR HAIR ON YOUR FACE, LONG HAIR, SHORT HAIR, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK. YOU ARE A GODDESS