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pandorasvault·7 years agoText

see, here i was starting to think that i was better. and that i was okay. 

and i’m not.

i’m spiraling a little further.

and none of you have noticed.

or none of you care.

because i’m last in everyone’s lives.

i could disappear off the face of this planet

and none of you would even fucking take notice.

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pandorasvault·7 years agoAnswer
Will you have sex with me?

sex is so gross.


that’s why i’m a virgin.

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pandorasvault·7 years agoText


I was embarrassed that I was late for my first day of kindergarten.

My mom led me in by the hand, and I hid behind her leg like a four year old. But I wasn’t four, I was five. And five year olds don’t hide behind their mother’s leg.

My teacher Mrs. Beard led me to an empty chair to sit in. I giggled when she said her name. She did look like she had a beard.

I was greeted with a chorus of “Hi who are you?!” And “Wow your hair looks so pretty! Can I touch it?!” (I took pride in my mom’s banana curls.) I was really confused as to why they wanted to touch my hair. I was too young to realize it then, but I was the only white girl in the entire class.

And the girl across the table sneered at me.

First Grade

We read chicken soup poems about the days and months of the year.

And I counted them down as I ate chicken noodle soup in the nurses office.

She made me read every single one. Out loud. Every day. Because I refused to speak at all in class.

And she’d yell at me. And tell me not to slur my words and to slow down. And I cried.

Because clearly this “nurse” never understood what it was like to be made fun of for your voice. For something you had no control over.

I faked sick at the nurse almost every day.

Because I felt safe.

Second Grade

That’s the year I broke my middle finger on my left hand.

And the year I started screaming “fuck you” to the world.

Third Grade

The thing about going to elementary school with your brother is that everyone knows him.

And I lived in his shadow.

“Tell Rick I said Hi!”

“Corri your brother was so great at this.”

“Oh, you’re Rick’s little sister!”

Rick this.

Rick that.

I found myself six feet cast under his shadow, with impossible shoes to fill.

Fourth Grade

I had been complained about by teachers before. Not because I was a bad student or that I wasn’t smart, but because I was a distraction.

I would always be the first to finish a task, and I wanted to help the other kids learn it too.

There was a boy named Musa, who came to our school from Africa that year. He barely spoke English. And I was appointed by the teacher to become his own personal tutor.

And the other girls taunted me:

“Corri and Musa sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

Fifth Grade

At our school, we have an award that celebrates the nicest person in school. The entire staff of the school, the principal and the lunch ladies and everyone that works there gets to vote on it.

I remember the popular girl went around saying that she would win it, because she was so nice.

(And I wondered how she thought she was so nice when she made me feel so bad about myself.)

And when they called my name, instead of being overjoyed that I was considered the nicest person in the entire school, all I thought about was how the popular girl and her friends could make my life more of a living hell.

Sixth Grade

For the first time in my entire life, I had friends.

And it was incredible.

Seventh Grade

I have social anxiety.

Talking to people is a challenge, nevermind talking to new people.

I was afraid of my past, and that fucked my future socially.

And when I tried to talk to people, I got brushed off.

I got told constantly to calm down, that I was too loud.

And after a while, I just stopped all together.

Eighth Grade

I lived in my own reality.

Where my mom was still here.

This is the worst year of my life.

And I took it out on myself.

Ninth Grade

Things blurred.

People blurred.

I blurred.

I got lost between the shuffling of paper.

Tenth Grade

Bittersweet sorrow became my best friend.

Eleventh grade

before i had realized it, i had fallen in love with the most beautiful boy.

he was my best friend.

even when he told me that everyone would be better off if i just “did it” already.

Twelfth grade:

contradictions are the foundation of the human anatomy.

it’s like Newton’s law: that for every action, there is an opposite and equal reaction. it’s like you’re everything you are, and you’re everything you are not.

me? well, i was


       and outgoing


       and dumb

   a slut

       and a prude


       and all-knowing.

               … or so i thought.

throughout my years at school, i learned that the human body is anatomically made up of 206 bones, we have 10 vital organs, and that sneezes exceed over 100 mph.

psychologically, i learned that pain never really fades. it doesn’t matter how deep your bottle vision is, or how much smoke you’ve engulfed yourself in. you’ll get your dose of cold, hard reality just yet.

but i also learned that we are rag dolls, stitched together with good intentions.

we are deep, like the ocean.

and that we are comprised of stars.

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pandorasvault·7 years agoText

when i get hung up on <<<<

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pandorasvault·7 years agoText

i’m hysterical.

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pandorasvault·7 years agoText

Leave me a voicemail.
Because when I miss you I’m going to want to hear your voice.

Just gotta let me know when you’re gonna leave me that voicemail so I don’t answer xD

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pandorasvault·7 years agoPhoto


M45: The Pleiades Star Cluster - Perhaps the most famous star cluster on the sky, the Pleiades can be seen without binoculars from even the depths of a light-polluted city. Also known as the Seven Sisters and M45, the Pleiades is one of the brightest and closest open clusters. The Pleiades contains over 3000 stars, is about 400 light years away, and only 13 light years across. Quite evident in the above photograph are the blue reflection nebulae that surround the brighter cluster stars. Low mass, faint, brown dwarfs have also been found in the Pleiades. (via APOD)

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pandorasvault·7 years agoText


also, why don’t we start loving ourselves a little bit more, okay? we’re amazing. we’re all absolutely mindblowing from the molecular workings of our bodies to our ability to think and learn and create and we’re allowed to give ourselves a pat on the back every now and then. it’s all right. we need to stop calling each other prideful or arrogant every time one of us feels confident about something we’ve done. fuck that. we’re all beautiful. we’re all beautiful.

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pandorasvault·7 years agoText

6 days left on this blog.

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pandorasvault·7 years agoQuote

(via dirtylittlestylewhoree)

in needed this

(via iridessence)

Who gives a fuck about your first love. Give a big round of applause for your second love, because they taught you love still exists after you thought it never could again.
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