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if you're consuming art you're doing it wrong honestly

but hungry

@faerie-lost feels like something you might like :3

Crawling out of the well of deep tumblr for the purpose, yes

Op I have migraines what the fuck is the clinically significant number of migraines post and can I have it please for I am Concerned™️

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@faerie-lost

it’s weird. part of me wants to forget everything, and float away into nothingness. part of me wants nothing more to remember. part of me wants to be mourned. part of me wants to be forgotten about. it’s weird.

i don’t desire death, but i don’t enjoy life. oblivion won’t be any less painful, and yet the absence of a self must be better than whatever this version of me is. i’m scared of it hurting, more than anything. maybe that’s why i’m still here, despite it all.

i don’t want to be like this, but i don’t want to change. i’d rather let my coffin float than anything. maybe that’s why i’m still here.

None of this feels real. None of it feels any more tangible than fog, or clouds, or shapes in water vapor and steam. I’m not ready to live. I’m not ready to die. I’m not ready to be a person. I can’t remember when any of it did. There’s something wrong with me, and I can’t remember what it is. Or maybe I’m just in denial of it.

it’s weird. part of me wants to forget everything, and float away into nothingness. part of me wants nothing more to remember. part of me wants to be mourned. part of me wants to be forgotten about. it’s weird.

i don’t desire death, but i don’t enjoy life. oblivion won’t be any less painful, and yet the absence of a self must be better than whatever this version of me is. i’m scared of it hurting, more than anything. maybe that’s why i’m still here, despite it all.

i don’t want to be like this, but i don’t want to change. i’d rather let my coffin float than anything. maybe that’s why i’m still here.

it’s weird. part of me wants to forget everything, and float away into nothingness. part of me wants nothing more to remember. part of me wants to be mourned. part of me wants to be forgotten about. it’s weird.

i don’t desire death, but i don’t enjoy life. oblivion won’t be any less painful, and yet the absence of a self must be better than whatever this version of me is. i’m scared of it hurting, more than anything. maybe that’s why i’m still here, despite it all.