there’s a special kind of grief you feel towards yourself when you’ve been mentally ill for as long as you remember. you see ppl saying they long to return to their old self but you don’t have an old self, or if there was, you can’t remember it. ur “old self” was a child. this self is all you’ve ever known. then there’s the fear that comes with trying to find out who you are without your mental illnesses, it’s all new to you and you don’t know if you’ll like who you’ll be

this friday remember to keep climbing out of this hole that resembles the grave but isn’t

prioritize people how they prioritize you

is there any trait less attractive than a lack of curiosity

!!!!!!!!! people be so fucking boring these days fr

hanya yanagihara “he is so lonely that he sometimes feels it physically, a sodden clump of dirty laundry pressing against his chest. he cannot unlearn the feeling” vs heather christle “I sometimes imagine a metaphysical strainer I could rinse my body through, until I am whole and clean in the sink, and all the despair is held separate and dripping above. I imagine i could toss it away” vs chen chen “I wish I could peel / all my sadness in one long strip off my skin / & toss it in a bucket. no one would have to carry it. / it would just sit there & be punished. / it would just sit there & think about everything it’s done”

Most things have a secret cuteness if you look deep enough

You tryna go half on a playlist?

girls only want one thing and it is to decompose