Colder Than A Cell

quick question! in which part of your life do you stop feeling like a scolded child? quick question! am i in trouble? quick question! you would tell me if im in trouble right? quick question! please don't send me to my room quick question! please don't be mad

I let myself be broken by you because I don't remember the last time I felt whole. At least with you I felt something. What's a few more shattered pieces?

what do you mean you havent used mindfulness techniques to accept the state of the torture labyrinth as is yet. its like youre not even trying

Every time I go on tumblr I have to toil through incomprehensible textpost gruel from hundreds of lesbians who’s yearning has breached a reasonable use of human language. “I’ll be the sickly femme milkmaid and you will be my diabolical butch plum tree in an adjacent field thirsting for my blood” ok whatever you say ladies

everytime you fail a suicide attempt, im gonna be there giggling and laughing, cradling your head, you silly life liver, you think you can break fate? it was already written that you will be be forced to continue writhing for much much longer than that, HAHAHAHHAHA, toiling on this wretched world, round and round baby. get back up, we arent done.