ruth loraine

my father says therapy is for rich people, that poor people have shit to do yet here i am. next to 8 of the most beautiful crazy ass motherfuckers the world has ever seen.

what if it is not just a mole. what if it is a flesh eating virus. what is i fail at life. but what it is really the rapture this time. what if they hit us again. what if i wake up one morning to see planes scraping skies. what if it’s me this time.

and i think wow.it must be exhausting to want to live this much. fuck the depressives, fuck the body image meditation group, fuck sex addicts anonymous. give me your tired, your poor, your anxiou, your huddled masses yearning to breath deeply and count to ten

These people who fight through everyday like fucking gladiators. who fight demons worse than you and i can dream of just because they want so badly to live. to hold on to life because you can’t be this afraid of losing everything if you don’t love everything first.