a post where I explain with images how foxes are the best thing ever, and how if you disagree you are obviously wrong
My spirit animal.
Sometimes, the smallest achievements someone close to me accomplishes sets me into a jealous fit. Whether I had any interest in it to begin with or I worked my ass off and just didn’t quite make the cut, I become bitter and begin hating myself. Sometimes I even get jealous of friends making friends. It actually happens more frequently than I’d like to admit. I need to work on this before it becomes a problem in my life and self destructive habits begin again.
Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable - your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers - and pretend they’re across the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you. Children are afraid of the dark because they have nothing real to work with. Adults are afraid of themselves.
Black Telephone, Richard Siken (via vialatt)