Brown Eyes And Thick Thighs💋

you know the thoughts are winning when you log back onto tumblr

You know it's getting bad again when you start fantasizing about killing yourself

Can I just die without hurting anyone please?

Some things break you so fucking bad that you spend the rest of your life wishing you hadn’t survived it. Because death would be better than the pain you have to live with everyday

Hoping I can find my way back to the spark I once had.

I can’t die. I can’t live. I don’t know where to go.

I dont want to do this anymore, it's either my body killing itself or me trying to kill it

Staying alive as a form of self harm

Every day is worse than the previous one.

I was a mirror shattered too early, and now I cut myself on the pieces I try to hold together

i think the only life that's possible for me likely ends in suicide