i know they say no one is coming to save you but why the fuck not

im not the same person i was when I pulled that meat out of the freezer this morning. I've changed. i don't have that in me anymore. ive moved on

actually i’ve done a lot of work on myself since we last spoke and i wanted to tell you to go fuck yourself and that i hope you die

when janet fitch said “I’d spent the last three years trying to build up some kind of a skin, so I wouldn’t drip with blood every time I brushed up against something.” when ocean vuong said “brooklyn’s too cold tonight & all my friends are three years away. my mother said I could be anything I wanted–but I chose to live.” and when mikko harvey said “I typically arrive three years too late. I wish I had been able to sit in that white, aromatic kitchen and look you in the face but I was not ready. I was still on my way”. and when hala alyan wrote “Sometimes I feel washed up as paper. You’re three years away. But then I dance down Graham and the trees are the color of champagne and I remember— There are things I like about heartbreak, too, how it needs a good soundtrack. The way I catch a man’s gaze on the L and don’t look away first. Losing something is just revising it. After this love there will be more love.” …

sometimes i wonder if i'll ever enjoy being alive

Everyone is fighting a tough battle so reblog to give previous a sword 🗡️

they should invent a way for me to do tasks without the mind torture